His uniform did match his badge.|
Taking steps back, i wondered
if he understood the way home.
'Sir, you work too hard, you talk too much;
You rule with heartless intentions and unclear motives.'
He turned away and forced himself
to think of some word to try
and consume me with.
'It's your heart...not mine.' I stabbed with honesty.
There were shadows dripping from
each bend in his calloused, dry skin
but his pale and beady eyes poked forth
like a candle-light ritual performed
to some sick idea of a god.
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