Friday, 3 February 2012

Poetry - Cursed

Before she was born

A long boney finger

On a long boney arm

Pointed at her mother's stomach

Pronouncing a curse

She flipped inside her mother

Three times

She took her thumb from her mouth

And gave a piercing cry

That shook her conscience

Until it dissolved

As she grew she was clever

In the way a malefactor is clever

When she opened her mouth

Their was no sign from her voice

Or her body that each and every

Word was a lie

That invisible toggle switch

In her brain no longer existed

She learned quickly how to pit

People against other people

And how to play them in her desired positions

In her twisted chess game

When she met me

She no longer knew what the truth was

Or even could be

There was nothing to compare

What she thought, said, and did against

Except the conscience that wasn't there

If push came to shove

She had learned her craft well enough

That she could say and do good

But it took its toll

When she left me

She had burned all her bridges

And killed all the gatekeepers

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