Folie a Deux

My Poetry

Air currents glide away
To the sound of whitened silence
The chasis aches in desperation
Save the chaos for another day

Well, my murder weapon is a crystal ball
I feel its gleam beside my dormant body
Pretty print painted in your irises
Feathered serpents to get you through

Chains drag along with their keys discarded
Their weight a heavy memory
Blink and you’ll miss the sunlight escaping
Sigh and watch me faint onto cold ground miserably

The rashes and scales they itch beneath
Hide away the stash of liberated slavery
Invisible ink only tests the dream
Hands in the fate of the enemy you don’t know.

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