End-Game
1 min readApr 12, 2017
Whoever has hurt you has hardly a mind, treason
Over reason, their souls only mark
The darkness of Lucifer’s. I’ll take a razor
To their hearts, I’ll make them listen,
But, it’ll never be enough;
Our lives are scarred by a stranger.
This poem is the 2nd stanza of Finish (working title) from the Sestina Synthetica project on Chalkboard. Janet Rhodes, you’re next, darling!
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