Thieves Of Honesty

 

Does beauty bleed
when pawed and clawed in a comfortable dress

The joyful exude a scent of fresh grass and human
and it seems to draw
dark, distorted, dangerous love
from a not-so-obvious ruin of a person
who needs to mow the pretty down

The end is always the shaft
but their illusion of tender song and matching soul
lulls the lovely into false tranquility

They think themselves a warrior
conquering, using, discarding

There is no strength in abuse
there is no valor in stolen hearts

They are the brutally weak
the thieves of honesty

October 6, 2022
Tressa Lee Breen
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