Part 1
Tension as thick as blood squeeze their hearts,
and suddenly
confessions are ringing in the air.
A bullet per word.
A grenade per sentence!
The assaults don't stop coming...
they are not trying to hurt each other,
it
is just
happening.
Maybe it is Phobia.
Could be,
maybe,
there is a possibility.
Acid in his eyes.
Drowning under water!
Aging is sure to happen...
Purely
Phobia.
Cracking her whip-like tongues
to see who confesses first.
Part 2
Just slipped on the edge
They spilled secrets
It's all out now
Their phobias
Body manipulation
Fuel the match
Become a flickering flame
That they used to be
Edge each other impossibly
Stride across the stage
Pluck strings, sing, dance, scream
Their edge has started a new beginning
No more phobia.
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Phobia: Edge Me
PoetryA collection of poems to pass the time. All poems are written by me.
