EVIL #poetry by jay

A snake writhing in the grass
jays pecking at your thoughts
begging for a glance.

You lost to the chase 
and gave way to the mimicking 
of the twisted mocking-jay.

A snake in the grave 
lost his way
to the might and madness 
of an evil not seen but felt.

It laid waste to the land 
and gambled the sky 
for a fleeting chance 
to wear the crown,

bejeweled by fools
who gold-dug 
at his skull.

Mind, eyes, popping 
for more,
more, more.

A snake writhing in the grass
jays pecking at your thoughts
begging for another chance,

lost to an evil 
not seen 
but felt.

©Jay Mora-Shihadeh

Photo by Gantas Vaičiulėnas on Unsplash

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