Cut! The knife is thrust
there is no blood:
just here it turns
Bitter movement in my bust
there is no pain:
just here it churns
Slight betrayal of my trust
there are no lies:
just here it burns
the haziness of early eves
crawls upon a day pristine
it taints the land of innocence
with awkward tumbling leaves
Thank you! And thanks for reading, look forward to reading your posts too
just beautifully said