Impaled Again

A sword slices through empty space,

the air bleeding as sutures trace

 

To pierce not once but pierce again,

your breath scarlet, its stain portends

 

A breeze sharpens—all time erupts, 

seasons hemorrhage and flow corrupt

 

The wind incited—torn by pain,

truth the loser, impaled again

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: September, 2019)

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