Stained Monochrome Wings

Unwanted Misfits

01-07-12 (revised 12-29-15)

Some love, words to give pride

all that’s wanted is something real and tangible;

painless though secure

Breathe your malice into me

to take, divide and conquer

pasted to the wall, set as this catalysis.

Unwanted misfit; pour all this useless soul

onto paper, and form into something

intangible however fragile.

Fickle love is no more than an excuse

than a fist to this face or

one’s spineless, hollow threats.