January 25, 2012
ironic boundless soul of mine
freed you and tore me
i loved to feel, such feeling forte
too much for you and broke me
i was harshened, you mellowed
we were smelted from ore
to ingot to blade to us
a veneer that sometimes hardened
into truth –
the prosecutor defenseless and
the burden upon my
starved shoulder blades
a pair alone
patiently parading domino
pillars through adolescence
two blundering bee-stung early birds
because beliefs alone could
persuade me
obsession alone could
assuage me
depression alone could
love me
and i chose none.
this is the final
the ultimate will written in
self-consecrated orichalcum ink:
forever and always
for always forever
four twenty eight ten
for twenty months
you, Zach –
speechless, now
the end.

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aphids77 said...
Jan. 30, 2012 at 8:17 pm
Ah. Very good. "The prosector defenseless" and the birds analogy are my favorite, here. Good job. I also get the jist that maybe, just maybe, you play Skyrim... haha.
EstelleMarie This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. replied...
Feb. 23, 2012 at 3:04 pm
I wonder where you got that impression, hah. I'm glad you enjoyed it.
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