The Pendulum's Thrust
The dull tick of the blade against my
throat waits for the sound;
I sit in wait.
I hear the moan of another chapter
and quiet the pendulum the best I can.
Choking on utterances of a beggar's
plea, I find the potential energy
that set the trap.
I should have never thought of you.
-James Kelley 2013, All rights reserved.
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