You Dare?
A Scorn Identity - #9
If I burden you with questions,
will your curiosity cease?
will this unclench your jaw?
or would you coward behind prayer?
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If true, I will be undertaken,
to bestow a passion familiar to me.
a woman, or A question.
Are you sure?
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A man, I see, behind my jaded frames,
my unhindered joy,
my undisturbed has been disturbed,
uncanny I see.
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Who are you?
Would you bow like bowstrings?
How high will you leap,
once I have bewildered your lantern flame?
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What is your name?
Have you cursed another before?
Would you burden others with our vehement exchange?
Would you replicate this exchange like clockwork?
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I am not one to bask in your humiliation,
whimpering, and decrepit,
yet, I know your burden.
I’ll uncloak your twilight and you ought to wallow in the jimsonweed.
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I have also been stalked out of places of comfort.
Basked in the reverence of shameful musk.
I too am familiar with the grace of bled violence,
the droplets have navigated my face.
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Sadly, I cannot undo what is,
I cannot unteach what is known,
war has no halt,
and/but we had a hunger.
About the Creator
House September
We’ll play with each other’s broken hearts. Let us exchange our pieces like trading cards.
I’m too bored to notice, and you are too high to notice the air beneath your feet.
I have poems to share.
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