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Devil Behind Angel's Wings

A Brief, Free Verse of the Circumvention of My Parents

By Kassy LaurinPublished 6 years ago 1 min read
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I found this beautiful, neat artwork from an artist in Kansas City, named Joe Wilper. 

It's suffice to say that my childhood was nothing short of abysmal. My mom left when I was very young, and though my dad raised me, I can't say he surrounded me with the makings of a happy upbringing.

This poem is something I whipped up when I was about fourteen, super angsty and mad at the humans who spawned me. It is a reflection of how I felt about my mom leaving. Years later I gained much insight as to why, and realized the deception my dad had put forth to make her seem like the bad guy.

And enter this poem. Enjoy!

You're so cold.

So I make believe I'm already numb.

I'm swallowed whole.

The words from your mouth, they smother me.

All these lies,

Hidden by Butterflied eyes.

Your sick, two-faced life, soaks right through my veins and I,

Can see it. I feel it.

I know you.

To be nothing but a rose wilted away.

Covered by the beauty, of petals remains.

You're so vile.

But you conceal all your dirt with deception.

So defined.

To trap all these people,

A spider in your web.

Pick and choose the weak so you can cry.

Find sympathy in the gullible eyes.

But not through mine.

Your false wings have been torn and I,

Can see you.

The real you.

The pure poison.

That I won't bury in my tears, tonight.

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Kassy Laurin

Nerdy little beer advocate looking for a good read.

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