thoughts unleashed…

ever met her
the ice-cold
bitch who flicked
her wagging tongue
she wouldn’t know
if the blessed one
befriended her
as she scratched
and screeched
her way to the top
she pissed in the mouth
of the man
more manly than she
will ever be
he held his thoughts -secretly
as a shield against her bitter
and stored venom
against her stupid
he hung from the rope
her tied thoughts around his brow
as she beat him
the feathered crow
weeping gently
someday, she will learn
his timid soul
was all
she ever needed in life

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