Poetry

Product

Written by Jacob Ibrag

Veins infected. Desire to conspire,

to breach the system. They lied through

the grit of their teeth. Shut the lights off,

become nothing. Instrument of darkness.

They can’t see you, gorilla warfare. You

can hear them breathing, move in closer.

Paint them with their own carnage.


Artist Unknown

 

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2 comments on “Product

  1. I’m not sure why but I really felt this one. Such a way with words!

    Liked by 1 person

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