Leave me to solve riddles,
in the dark ruminations
puzzling with pieces
slipping through my fingers.
They have long legs and,
until now, ran faster than I could;
but I have sprouted legs of my own, and
the caramel is dripping
from your polluted apple
revealing a leprous underbelly
and the twists of your myths.
Since released
I write my farewell to arms,
though I know it will not pierce your heart.
I have learned the impossible
remain impossible, impervious,
and must rule
without question,
without consequence.
I write to pierce my own
and release your venom
to drip, to flow,
to collect in puddles at my feet.
While ash and toxicity
paint bleak the petrified forest
where once hearts of
children tried to play,
before you caught them, taught them,
deftly smothered them in your decay.
I have escaped, but intermittently I
perchance upon your minions,
try as I may, when near,
I cannot blind the stench from my nostrils
from the blood
on their hands.
My blood
mind you, cries out for justice,
and like Abel’s,
is heard.
Copyright 2012 Jennifer Wagner
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