TWISTED SCRIPT

When fate keeps killing me

I have become a puppet made of clay.

I the marionette follow this unknown script,

part by part revealed.

I clashed with you, a fine puppet

Incidental, divine revelation.

we mingle, our threads twisting together.

our fates aligning.

I thought you loved my madness

Suddenly.

Hammer you brandish and strike at my only human part.

My beautiful glass heart.

Shatter.

Sweet red nectar pours.

I rebuild this pace maker.

A portion now clay.

our fates still intertwined

The fragments stay in my chest as in mind.

Aching still,

I heal.

At what cost.

I have graced you with a short piece,

Week after a full length poem shall be posted

Stay along for the ride, I’m just getting started.