Rhyme of the fizzles
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1 min readSep 16, 2018
It comes with zero caveats;
incorrigible,
abrasive,
ripping my soul apart.
“You pick your own battles”
I concurred then. I laugh now.
Where was the herald?
The beacon, the signs?
It’ll make a fine story,
getting caught on the hop.
An unrehearsed dance,
stumbles and wounds,
Frayed combat jackets,
and a stifled body beneath it.