Subtle deceptions plunged the knife
Deep in to come out the other side,
Hints preceding the trail of red
Not enough to forewarn;
Hazy image floods to wicked clarity
Flames lick through the shallow grave
Attempted corruption of a sleepless beauty
Empathy choked with heartless snow
Circling of blind crows
Flames creeping higher still
The flower inside did wither and die
Fed upon vaporous poisons most unclean
Do this or die,
Two choices the same under any light
Lesser of two equivalent evils
Makes stronger the poison
Sharpens the knife,
Desecration of a shallow grave runs deep
Weep in that corner little pretty
Sip on this and know what is taken away,
Burns out a hollow, shut down inside
This closed switch does not work,
Doubt and fear still creep through even the fire
Sorrow drowns like water, yet does not douse the flames
Smaller she becomes, yet full of pent up lightning
And at the end game with all his cards on the table
Many she kept up her sleeve, not knowing why
Save maybe she had dug her own grave
And handed the matches to the boy,
A dead hope harbored inside, trying to revive
Concern yourself not with this fading girl
Kindness was her sin and her strength subtle
But most unmistakably there
© Christina Nabity
Written September 27, 2012
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