Ephemeral Gangster

Vevena A. Laurn

Sometimes I kill-

other times I'm killed,

this one time - I'm still killed.

And

I used to lie in romance.

Now there's only warmth and death;

-I'm too far from either.

I can speak a cavalcade of fear-

from the strength I once knew.

All I've got is wuthering vehimism

-masks a wild-eyed fiend,

an everlasting mockery of pain.

Surrounded by all this strength.

They grow afraid to reach out;

If I turn and we touch,

they're not certain they could hurt me

saw me, they say she

they say - I -

Tore these violet skies away from their homes

-strengthened my world with the pieces.

I evoke the liar in their bones;

they can see beneath my skin.

All because I couldn't keep living.

Author's Note

First of several, I hope. Reads oh so slowly.

Reviews

[jennifer little]

nice work love it its brilliant work keep it up

[limbalring]

This poem is brilliant. Makes me think of the balance of darkness and light. I enjoyed this so very much. Thank you.