Half a Pair of Scissors

Not to be confused with a knife.

don't smile at me like vice and virtue
are split-second decisions.
you load your dice the same way i do,
and there is no doubt in my vindictive little mind
that you'd just as soon plagiarize my suicide note
as i'd pawn my liver for the bottle of scotch
that necessitates it.

we are crows,
feasting on the wings of other birds.

this shouldn't come so easy, ya know.
our lies are three steps ahead of our cruelties;
malevolence buried in advance
by our peerless talent for dismissing it as error
in the hearts of folks that put more trust in us
than we could ever dream of deserving--

which is of course to say,
any trust at all.

Reviews

[LJW]

we are crows,
feasting on the wings of other birds.

(Yes, we are and it takes a long-drinking man with a deep voice and a nicotine addiction to put it this way)

The best of the best here, IMO. Raw, real, no punches pulled, no regurgitated poetic BS. That's some dead sexy s**t, V. Blake.

[Joiedevivre]

Bloody brilliant. I love the way you write, it is full of hidden gems and I had to read it a couple of times to discover them all. So excellent. I love it!

[roarke]

I wonder if it's any easier running with just a half pair of scissors.....

seems more like you used a fine scalpel.

perception personified, nice write.

[imawriter]

The title really caught me. The lines kept me captivated. Theres an in your face theme, but (whether intended or not) there are layers of other things hiding in the shadowy corners of this piece. muahahaha.
not sure which lines are my favourite, but maybe a toss up between the 2 of these======
'and there is no doubt in my vindictive little mind
that you'd just as soon plagiarize my suicide note
as i'd pawn my liver for the bottle of scotch
that necessitates it.'
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we are crows,
feasting on the wings of other birds.

[JJ_love]

definitely one of my favorite :) fantastically amazing writing here. You need to be published.

[Kerry O'Connor]

Your poetic voice is a welcome new addition to the poetic soundtrack of my ever-hungry brain.
What a twist of sarcastic vitriol...
and there is no doubt in my vindictive little mind
that you'd just as soon plagiarize my suicide note
as i'd pawn my liver for the bottle of scotch
that necessitates it.... Love it!