Busted - Poem by Julie Schleppegrell
The nector poisoned the blood,
and the good Angel flicked like a bug.
The sense created mistake,
has now left guilty her fear to take.
Lies are mopped up to wring in a route,
to be capped in a bottle with no way out?
The witness of promise shaken with question,
explosions of carbon now lead to confession.
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