“Parade”

I liked this form…and the poem, as usual, is wonderful! If you haven’t visited Sage’s blog, try it out.
Ellespeth

SageDoyle

My voice is blistered by her call
the instigation of it all
she stands and laughs at my graceless fall
and yet her voice is just a whisper

Guided by the falsities
alarmed by her atrocities
enacted with voracity
my word is just another blister

I don't regret the choices made
as the images exonerate and fade
slipped into this false parade
from the moment that I kissed her

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