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Reformed
honeypot

For purely selfish reasons
 1
I transformed your countenance
 2
into a twisted, unearthly mold
 3
with eyes sunken in and a bulbous
 4
nose twisted as if
 5
multiple breaks had occured
 6
 
 
I left you with echoes of singed eyebrows
 7
and a putty knife jabbed in your
 8
thin, split-lipped mouth
 9
 
 
The clay moved easily with the torment agreeing with me
 10
that you deserved this
 11
A dark, gray, almost charcoal color
 12
was more than suiting
 13
in place of
 14
your pinkness you parade around in
 15
 
 
But now you are scared
 16
witnessing your doppelganger's fate
 17
A bust of your head
 18
you fall with as much ease as
 19
your hand needed to slap me under my bruised eye
 20
You have always been a coward
 21
and now you see what your are missing
 22

Written 11/28/06

13 Feb 13


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