Challenge
What a masquerade
Masquerade. Write down whatever that means to you.
Infected with ugly
Last words like a curse.
Poetically sick
Disturbed
And aimed to hurt.
I was burned.
I suffered
but
You unleashed my inner pen.
You don’t hear
When I spin our sin
In lyrical abuse
Or hold the rope
Around your neck,
Tighten the noose.
You don’t see my wicked grin.
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