Wednesday, December 14, 2016

Don Juan

You have
Smashed 
My heart.
Hear the crash?
See the blood?

You have
Tread
On my soul.
See the pieces
On the ground?

You have 
Broken
My Spirit.
See the tendrils
Of Smoke?

If you stop,
You will notice
Devastation 
In your wake.

But you’re busy
Moving On.
How I pity
Your next prey!


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