. . . is a flame. . .
Ignited by the interpretation
of injurious intention.
Even if mal intent
was not.
In a case where innocence
is never ruled, the only
verdict to be made
is one of foul-play.
The victim enthrones
the witness stand
claiming offense
like one who shouts “witch!”
No evidence is compiled
nor a weapon to exhibit,
just a negligent pride
sitting on the bench.
And the court is set ablaze
with vicarious animosity,
that can only be extinguished by
the first to brandish the wick.
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Sloane Pearce
I'm a passionate writer/poet, driven by empathy and compassion! I write to encourage those suffering and to inspire people to look past the surface! Of course, I also write to cope with my mental health, to craft beauty from pain.
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