Demesne

The dominion or territory of a sovereign or state; domain

“Demesne”

 

It kills me how

I talk to you and

Instantly regret it,

My words always twisted

Like forge-melted steel –

Shaped and remolded

To unrecognition,

Thrown back at me

Like boomerangs.

 

It kills me how

The negativity clouds

Each and every observation,

Your words always sharpened

Like witch-hunting stakes –

Trussed up and tied

To the spit,

Stuck into me

Like stilettos.

 

It kills me how

I’m just like you.

Reviews

[Tenten]

There's something in this that wounds me deeply. You comparison's are quite wonderus in all honestly, witch hunting and stilettos. It get's me to smile but the tone holds me down from flowing freely with it. There's this wound that won't heal in this piece and it is sad. You still wrote something beautiful though.