Free verse № 137230
Cold-Blooded Pillow
This whole life
I've
Been trained to leave you alive
Yet tonight
I feel
Colder than sharpened steel
You could end
My keen
Murderous motions in morphine
Stare in my
Irenic eyes
For a moment we can improvise
Light up this
Candlewick garden
That leaves killers for pardon
Inevibility arrives
I sigh
An existential lullaby
As we lay
I dream
Never to awake my criminal scheme
Never to awake...
when long overdue
Never to awake...
before you
8 comments
Is this poem supposed to make you sound like some kind of bad-ass or supreme evil doer?
No, I don't think you quite understand where I'm coming from with this poem. I'm saying that sometimes it's hard to commit an ill-conceived act against someone whom you love; a mere look or touch is enough to forget why you were angry and fall back into the adoring state you were in before. I never try to sound like some kind of bad-ass or supreme evil doer but perhaps that is "inevitable."
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