the two of us are like scorpions,
dancing around each other,
pincers raised,
tails arched,
ready to strike at the first chance we have.
and each time,
we hope the strike will be enough
to end the other.
what a vicious game.
or is it more of a battle?
no, it is a dance.
a dance of death.
danza de la muerte.
it was once a danza del amor.
and you know,
whoever gets to strike first,
will strike to kill.
it's only a question
of who will get the first chance,
of who will have the bravery
to end the other,
once and for all.
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𝐟𝐨𝐥𝐤𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐞,, poetry
Poetry──── ⋆⋅ ❝ 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐨𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐰𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐢𝐞 ❞⋅⋆ ── just some simple, little thoughts, poems and songs i wrote while listening to folklore one afternoon<3 track titles by taylor swift ⋅...
