Pride

He was her star child
she knew it when he opened his eyes
black like an endless spiral
only she will fix him, only her
He stumbled on his words
She always clapped
He never finished his food
She always cheered
He crashed into walls
She always pushed
He had a crooked smile
She didn’t care
He cried for he was an accident
She haughtily showed him of
He begged to be let go off
She couldn’t give up her trophy
He wanted freedom
She wanted him in her leash
He screamed for help
She refused the doctors
He looked centuries beyond his age
She had never asked for help
He couldn’t take it anymore
She found his body

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5 thoughts on “Pride

  1. Aww. This broke my heart. In the first half I could relate with her; on the second half I could relate with him. Execution-wise on the poem, the seamless-gradient change from redemptive love to destructive love obviously took skill and artistic intuition. The ending showed a sense of acceleration. Fine work.

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