i am her darling,
the poem that’s died
a thousand deaths
sliced in a whim
as i gasp my last breath
my poet is a murderess,
a ruthless seductress,
killing me, her darling
word by word
piercing melodic prose,
never to be heard
she employs modern warfare:
the dreaded reverse key
and on her worst nights,
she commands: delete all!
it’s a massacre!
the blood of my words
wiped away
as she lives to write
and murder another day!
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