Betrayal

Feb 28, 2022

Betrayal

Betrayal,
sweet as grapes,
stings like alcohol.
Ears ring,
eyes gleam.
Rain makes roses grow,
mildew anticipates.
A universe twists itself,
altering the ego.
A rope hangs motionless,
grateful,
like a tool returned too late.
A distrust of oneself,
an acceptance of one's fate.

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