Poem by Doniell Cushman
Love should not be a weapon
Yet I lie on the blood-soaked ground Victim of your piracy Choking on your words I am slain An infested rag duct taped on my mouth Gagging on your affirmations I piece together a semblance of emotion Now iron wrought I'm unable to yield Only behind closed doors Can I see reprieve of the pent up-ed-ness You "care" has brought out supplication I'm now a lost drone © Doniell Cushman. All Rights Reserved. This poem or any portion thereof may not be reproduced or used in any manner whatsoever without the express written permission of the author except for the use of brief quotations in a review. All rights reserved by Doniell Cushman.
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