Poem #1 in a series of 7 featuring the 7 Deadly Sins. Check out the rest on Prose.com


Acrimony

 

Cageable asperity.
Bone, blood, sinew
trapped
on the edge of a knife.

You capitulate
And blows fall
like
warheads on the eve of destruction.

We gnash our teeth
and let the words spill
out
with rising passion.

If it should turn the tides
then no one would be
safe.
Fleeing the chaos of annihilation.

It is death wrapped up
in crimson satin.
Your
belly full of retributions.

This is where the end begins.

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