Ramona

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Your thief yelled at the light, she gave me a fright, as she threw my spark in her bag.

I have tamed myself so we can be civil, yet you insist on dragging her round like a toy.

How many times must I tell you? She doesn't know what honesty means or what you have never taught her.

I cannot criticize your damsel, she cannot listen no matter how much I simplify my disgust.

How dare you bring her here, to pull out when you feel at you weakest as if I wouldn't notice.

I am the sentry of all weakness, if weaknesses are to be your emphatic acts of her highness.

And

then

your

Ramona

killed

me.

Your dearest deserves to be exiled, and ourselves become reconciled, as she trod her grime in my hair.

I hold back my figures should she arrive, she doesn't make you automatically lawfully impartial.

Watch faces would never hold her back, her shriek is hourly until one of us finds freedom (or seeks it).

I cannot talk to your woman, she is cemented between a collapsing of your empathy and fall of your guilt.

How low must you be, to keep her on your side when she offers nothing new to our secular failure.

She wouldn't save you, and yet you wring her out at every celebration like I've never seen her before.

And

then

your

Ramona

killed

you.