The sliver giver struck again,
peeling off just enough
to resuscitate suffering,
grumbling crumbs,
an inconvenience
to manipulate,
dancing with delusions that
decades of deception
didn’t destroy daughter and dam,
rejecting both,
decimated and done.
The prodigal father‘s
wake of destruction
drowning bloodlines
blooming behind his boat
sailing into the sunset,
a son shining,
highlighting the horizon
of his found family.
About the Creator
Harper Lewis
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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