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Poetry Vanquished

The World Between the Words
And it came to pass that

From the ash

Of fear and grief—out of its path

Rose scaled jaws

Blood-red claws

Not born of fear but fear, reborn

It had never died, only lied to hide

Its presence.



It waited, as pain does, to claim more pain—

Not just her own, but from those she’d sewn new seeds of hope

In her face, in his, she saw that beast

Creature formed from hurt and hate and shame and shame and shame and shame

Come to slay she who thought it slain,

Lay waste to that which she thought she made

But all’s a mirage disintegrated with one dart,

Smoke that drifts not to heaven but back to her heart

A story to bury the truth, fiction to hinder hurt’s reveal

Long ago she vanquished herself to keep the demon concealed.
 

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