A warrior facade, that’s what they call it
in the daytime, the mask you put on, a scowling
bucket of crickets or something, crush in’ ‘em
to see killing as an art installation, scowl it off
the nothing you learn, tell yourself
the world is combat, in its heart and soul, if not
its bones, because it seems that some don’t have
to fight for everything, mirror eyes
are the only real
honest to god opponent, that you do and should fight
with pliers and a blowtorch, a couple pipe
hitters, the killer version, a phalanx
amassed on my borders, boxing me in
the tunnel to a nothing monster, I hope one day
I will grow past anger, for now it’s what’s there.
wow love this a lot, especially the creative enjambement.
I’ve always been hesitant to experiment with breaking my lines in places outside of natural stops!
I would love it if you could give me some feedback on my response to the prompt too 🙂
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Wow! beautiful 🙂
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