defiance in the way you stare upward
blind to all
where you made your altar
or maybe I imagined it
your hand on my arm
lips to my ear
telling me in whispers how a king can be made to crawl
how an emperor is nothing more than a lost child
how the last monarch you sacrificed wept and wept

drag me away with you
I must see for myself
how this city bows to you
how starlight falls on your shadow
lost in another night sky
I’ll pretend not to know where the road leads
and when you ask me what kind of sacrifice I’d like to be
I will say only, ‘a willing one’

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Been too long since I wrote some new poetry. Feels good!

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