Bitter Still

Rum and Robots

Poem by Joni Caggiano – Thanks to Chirag Saini from Unsplash – 26 second read

thorns took my youthful flesh like a fish will bite the bait
bitter your words, like a dull sword in battle, way too late

black roses are still black when the sun forgets to shine
youthful clock, tick-tock, tick-tock, no longer are you mine

blisters form on my thighs where your kisses once did lay
the sun lost its heat, and the cold stole this russet day

children do not climb a tree that has lost its stunning arms
your sinful ways are like a cordless puppet, without charms

blue butterfly was I, caught in your black and vicious trap
I left, and my wrinkles became a charred, and lonely map

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