your delicate frame was bent
in the act of beseeching contrition
like remorse was a mask to be worn
like penitence was a role to play
my opulent frame was bent
in the act of torturous punishment
like sadism was a game to be mastered
like a grudge could be beautiful art
your delicate frame was bent
in the act of beseeching contrition
like mercy was a place we had visited together
like absolution was a time that you had marked in your calendar
my opulent frame was bent
in the act of humorous revelation
like it had taken you a year to realise
that there will be no reprieve here
Nov 4, 2020
Nov 4, 2020 at 5:29 AM UTC
your delicate frame was bent
in the act of beseeching contrition
like remorse was a mask to be worn
like penitence was a role to play
my opulent frame was bent
in the act of torturous punishment
like sadism was a game to be mastered
like a grudge could be beautiful art
your delicate frame was bent
in the act of beseeching contrition
like mercy was a place we had visited together
like absolution was a time that you had marked in your calendar
my opulent frame was bent
in the act of humorous revelation
like it had taken you a year to realise
that there will be no reprieve here
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