A little something I just wrote,
not my best, but atleast I am writing again.
Anyways, I know it needs work, but...
First impressions?
Bleached
Ivory linen waved in my face,
“take this token, from me to you”
(I see what the others don’t).
Though it appears a peace treaty—
this cloth is drenched in blood.
(I see the crimson stains,
though they’ve been bleached away).
It’s waved once, then twice,
the people sigh.
My throat catches on my whispers;
“it’s all a lie… it’s all a lie.”
With tainted smiles, she fools them all.
Her trickery unseen, they bow to her--
kiss her feet. (why am I left observant,
when the rest of them stay blind?)
And with a strangle cry in defeat,
I let her go uncaged. She'll wreck havoc
on the world, and they'll love her
all the way.
