Unholy Alliance Poem by Andy Brookes

Unholy Alliance



Between the first and second clause
the claws dig deep.
stuck between words lachrymose
agony and ecstasy


sleep that eludes,
scars that heal
yetremain red, itchy and sore to remind.
just stop I say but you have such a propensity for cruelty

the Muses mouth curls cruel.

Thursday, August 15, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: muse,poetry,writing
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