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by Katrina D
I saw you,
raised from the dirt ground
that your followers tread upon.
Looking down at sins that echo
through my memories.
This post-apocalyptic scene,
barren land stretches
for miles, now stained with blood.
Dust, kicked up by heavy
boots that track red prints.
Faces turn and look
for your demented approval.
Blowing smoke rings
you nonchalantly hold a cheap
cigarette in your left hand.
Listening to screams that mean nothing
to you. A grim smile stretched across
your structured face, anger and pleasure
residing within your squinting eyes.
You went through
life, abused. Now you command those
you watch abuse. Condemned,
you are going to die rotten
through your soul.
I see you,
standing here, I gaze
into your hollow
eyes and see nightmares.
You stare into mine, seeing your fear
hidden deep within
almost nonexistent.
I know you, I see who
you are, knowing the monstrous degenerate under
the skin you use as shelter.
Hope you all like it. Cheap Cigarettes
by Katrina D
I saw you,
raised from the dirt ground
that your followers tread upon.
Looking down at sins that echo
through my memories.
This post-apocalyptic scene,
barren land stretches
for miles, now stained with blood.
Dust, kicked up by heavy
boots that track red prints.
Faces turn and look
for your demented approval.
Blowing smoke rings
you nonchalantly hold a cheap
cigarette in your left hand.
Listening to screams that mean nothing
to you. A grim smile stretched across
your structured face, anger and pleasure
residing within your squinting eyes.
You went through
life, abused. Now you command those
you watch abuse. Condemned,
you are going to die rotten
through your soul.
I see you,
standing here, I gaze
into your hollow
eyes and see nightmares.
You stare into mine, seeing your fear
hidden deep within
almost nonexistent.
I know you, I see who
you are, knowing the monstrous degenerate under
the skin you use as shelter.