Last night love transformed
Into a grotesque fist,
Unleashing its ugly
Onto my face
Stitches will dissolve
Traces of war can be piled neatly into a trash can
Love has reared it’s head
And now I cannot un-see it’s vile grin
©LKavanaugh
Jul 20, 2020
Jul 20, 2020 at 11:37 PM UTC
Last night love transformed
Into a grotesque fist,
Unleashing its ugly
Onto my face
Stitches will dissolve
Traces of war can be piled neatly into a trash can
Love has reared it’s head
And now I cannot un-see it’s vile grin
©LKavanaugh
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