Truths twisting tongues

into silent submission.


A spiteful song emerges

in place of contrition.


The eyes seem mesmerized

by the sudden ultimatum,

but won't ever blink

to grant the imprimatur. 

◄ Trapped

Narcissus ►


Holden Moncrieff

Wed 21st Jul 2021 23:45

Thank you, John, I really appreciate it ?.

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John Marks

Wed 21st Jul 2021 15:40

I like this a lot. I'd, maybe, add 'nation' after 'imprimatur'.

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