DYING ISN’T TODAY
numerous stabs to an already punctured heart aiming at my jugular with a thousand dart you smile unapologetically when I wince in pain a profound joy when I’m maim a brutal kiss on my naive lip hidden cuffs to have me clipped fingers laced with thorns to caress my skin a conspicuous bayonet to cut off my fin a pat on my back to express your care cajoling me to feel homely in your lair I dine in your banquet of prejudice still yet, you keep on rolling the dice enemies within, enemies without envious of you and everything about aiming for your spark to extinguish they see beauty when you languish they question themselves when I’m victorious still amazed as my voice is sonorous left in awe as I’m outstanding in all flights, I have a soft landing my dying isn’t today I still need to run a relay the race I know is not to the swift I’ll keep on focus on my drift...
