Under the crescent moon
Clinging desperately to Venus' orbit
You contrived an elaborate scheme
That has no super glue binding it together
Without a fair warning
You burned a fire bright
Beyond repair
And there he stands
Within the burnt out pyre
Of apartment 119
You stole his identity
It's right there on the app
While he slept peacefully
So don't give me
You're murderous creeper vibe
It doesn't phase me one bit
Your face has been catalogued,
Identified, and scrutinized
And your savoir faire is destroyed
So, turn yourself in
Bleeding karma is rampantly coming
With a F5 tornado of guilt
Throwing you on a medieval rack
And stretching those arms
And legs until bones have dislocated
And broken bit by bit
How much time
Do you really think you have?
He's standing right beside you
Eyes ablaze and anger brewing
Hurry now,
Before the dimensional shifts
Your consequences could accumulate
While Nero lounges comfortably
On his sacrificial thrown
Watching you burn with glee
In the gladiators coliseum
of death of glees ©
Karen L. Fleming, 5.18.26
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