Evil

Not lover or fighter
rumpled, crumbled
messy and blue
Saturated, wimpy
deflated flat balloon
Whimpering, blubbering
along stone walls
knuckles scratching
a broken record
No fairy dust or moon to
hang my magic
No cliff to scream the
plastic yell held
behind glass eyes
rolling like marbles.

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