- Prosecution -
Stop speaking (seeing).
Your words shatter
and break
through my full-metal facade.
Shields are down.
You continue to fire.
Shards of truth shine through
the blood and bruises.
You fire to the left,
then to the right
and enjamb me
between the lies.
Your eyes become the sky
after a terroristic storm.
Gray clouds
searching the aftermath
like a melanistic panther
stalking
an unsuspecting prey.
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