Tortured

hand on the book,
tongue twisted, little girl twirls
in the round
and i'm humbled
i'm scared
words, cheap, positioned torture
side to side
slows the dance
marries us to forever wars
in the round
not your average theater
storyline, false premise
grander illusions prevail
controlling interest in humans
incorporated into sweet bites
shutterflies, memory killers

if this is the promise of a new dawn
then i stir not, pretend words
ebb and fade, forever
drowned in some stew like no other
but yet so familiar
so opaque
with no glimmer
of hope

adt
stone mountain, ga

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