you believed me gone
relic; forlorn by lords of depravity
keepsake plucked from dregs of gutter whores and
raped; whisper of promise
possession, tarnished and forgotten atop
i have bred within you all the while
gratifying your need
sucking you dry
you sang of me maggot’s lament
begged of me torturer’s divine
so i ask you now
who is your molester of truths
your addict of lies?
© Copyright Joseph A. Pinto. All Rights Reserved.
…poetry handcrafted from the inside of bars …
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