Piercing Affection
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I heard a guy proudly proclaim his love.
His voice reverberates across the halls,
As he kisses his lover between his calls.
Their voices grow muffled within the walls.
I saw his lover take in his desire.
A battered eye, nose, lips within sight,
His love weeps each time he grips tight.
A vision withers while putting up a fight.
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I smell his rotting affection,
Clinging on to his lover’s flesh for life.
A devoted pulse claws like a sharp knife.
Alone, he’ll pay for his lover’s intense strife.
I felt this guy come over and cradle my neck.
He bore through my eyes as tears drench his hands.
Caressing my cheek — affection leaving me in strands.
A loving husband, a caring father stay as his brands.
The town stays quiet as a lone guy digs a grave for two.
Sobbing and weeping, a pitiful stance he made the town view.
His mind recoils as he smelt the rotten love he held true.
His hands forever bleed, running from life with a tattered shoe.
It was May 28th when he fled his love and child.
A birthday celebrating the age of six was defiled,
By a solitary man who protested love as he smiled.
A scene now forgotten, another tragedy is compiled.
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— Scribble_daisy
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This piece moves through three sets of eyes—
A child who senses the play,
A man who mourns the act,
And a world that forgets the stage.
A love that turned sharp, leaving those inside scathed, while outsiders remain unfazed.
