Sickness and Scars

An attic-dwelling woman drips in her lie,

her game and past combined as one.

Her old hair mirrors her fading white scar,

breathy words of deception brimmed with hate

as she hums a tune of dark patterned song,

dragging a victim to their knees to forget and forgive.

The youth of the moon asks why they must forgive,

if the woman basks in the glory of her lies.

From the attic filled with swirling dust comes a song,

A poisonous lullabye intoxicating the one,

the youth who must find power in learning to hate,

the child of the night speckled with internal scars.

The woman prides herself in her ability to scar,

she laughs knowing the youth cannot forgive,

and that her game will roll the dice of masked hate.

The youth’s vision is as clear as the woman’s lie,

they know their pain and power of darkness is the one

to dispel her chords and tear away her demonic song.

Under the dark of night the moon begins to dim her song.

The woman cannot see the night highlights all hidden scars,

and in the dark reveals her game and weapons all in one.

This rupture then states that no wise soul should ever forgive,

and so the woman screams at the youth to choke down her lies,

her mind boggled by the heaviness and nausea of her own hate.

The youth finds their power in basking in their lovely hate,

they cry and sound to arms in a freeing song,

no longer roped down to the weight of the woman’s lie.

Though their past is tainted by an itching scar,

the moon reminds them they need not to forgive,

and to break the cycle they will be the one.

The woman’s exposed games cry as one by one,

her words and strikes filled with unruly hate,

her strategic victimhood is now uncalling to forgive.

The moon in turn as it uncovers the truth will sing its song,

illuminating every little broken bone and every little scar,

the youth releasing back up the sick of once fed lies.

The woman shrinks into dusty hate with her crocodile song,

her forgiving power taken and her games reduced to fading scars,

punished by the one tired child like a jury sentencing a criminal lie.