Itch

This itch Hurts, Suffocates, Bleeds. This itch I’ll scratch Till I reveal What’s hidden Underneath. All your Excuses; All your Pretences, I’ll scratch, Scratch, Scratch, Till nought remains Of your conjectures And your lofty disdain. What are you? Only a scab I want rid of. A reminder of A deleterious past; A fetid pus Born…

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Vengeance

Love isn’t a band-aid; You can’t slap it over every wound And hope it willย heal. Time isn’t a panacea; Some wounds go in too deep, They never stop hurting. ‘Give it time’ and ‘love conquers all’, They’re only glossy varnish,ย  When tears and entreaties fail. Let me have my vengeance. Sometimes it’s the only salve…

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