Et tu, Judas?

Assassinated

By Harper Lewis Published about a month ago • Updated about a month ago • 1 min read

Malignancy of malicious thoughts

spiral through my abused mind,

invisible internal bleeding

and the bloodrush in my ears

can’t silence the message,

splinters in my back,

nails in my hands,

pinned, sprawling on a board,

on display

for the entire godforsaken world,

spitting on me,

calling me names,

dicing for my clothes

while the traitor

walks free.

Ekke Ekke Ekke Ekke Ptang Zoo Boing!

Intrusive rhyme bothers me, except as a weapon.

Intertextuality is my passion.

Formalist/ New Critical are my guiding theories.

My words are mine, not a robot’s.

MA English literature, CofC

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