Anonymous 1

It can’t rain all the time
But the colors in the air are all divine
Picturing a world that holds the line
Leads the blind
Mutilates their shine
Sharing the lead
That we’ll generously blend
Until red tears drip
Further than our grave

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Where’s the recipe for consistency
I’d craft a beautiful intimacy
Though the crave and persistency
Often beckons a travesty

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Intimidation can be a tool
How could I be a fool?
There’s a blank stare bleeding through the night
A cold presence, a bleating through the light
A shrieking essence I cannot mistaken
How could I forsaken my opposition?

Partaking will overtake my godforsaken right to my blind safety
Painstaking as it may be
I ought to turn my head
Before I wind up dead

The sheep I am versus
The wolf she fought
She nailed the deception
But it thought not
At first it was a deer
Shrouded yet peculiar

Then it revealed the fangs
Amidst the facade and delays
Crocheting its web in the alleyway
She relented, but couldn’t break away
I walked away, disarrayed

I returned the following day
Nothing but smeared red on display
My gut wrenched at the bloodshed
Reducing her demise to a compromised site
Intimidation can be a tool
So I ask again
How could I be a fool?

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