Chased Down
haunted and disturbed,
we fled exposed,
sins pleating our disguises.
our running fingers
sped so fast to jolt swift pens,
fear itself the ink,
vanity never so attacked
by a truth so implacable
to so many liars.
new wounds wailed
wherever we opened our mouths.
what are angels! we proclaimed.
invincible slaves, answered the hatred
kenneled in our craven hearts.
when the rain fell,
nude and stark as penitence,
we drove each other
to stampede on multiple leashes,
chased close by such an awful clarity
through the filth of our rank decay.
most of us
fell off a cliff of our own making.
and yet for a few brave souls the sky opened,
no longer traitors.
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6/27/24 ... better .. I hope...
12/1/23 ... major changes ... such a crappy poem, hope it's better now... doubtful
7/17/22 .. "hearts" replaces "masks" ... changes to the "inferiority" phase...
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