Friday, September 15, 2017

Poison Slurry (Day 240)

your words  they lie 
as well as 
sit  a pale egg 
unhatched 
the poison slurry 
fills the cracks
appalling  we are 
spit-and-polish 
egos  where a small 
few head 
he goes all in  
they follow even unto
silver-plated truth he 
traded in 
exchange for 
long-since missing wits



(c) 2017, by Hannah Six

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