Step. Step. Blow.
Snow white. Comatose.
What were you
this morning?
Step. Step. Blow.
You rest.
Yes,
in my bed.
Your
horrid actions dwell
amongst my pillow.
Step. Step. Blow.
Your remains.
Your mark.
Between fishbowl and sunlight
buried in the splinters
you.
Step. Step. Blow.
I write of you.
Step.
Your flaws.
Step.
Your enemy.
Blow.

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