Back Stab

From you I have secrets
many to keep
a worm that digs too deep
and a smile that fits the dagger

In surface I tended and bowed
let you wear the crown
and believed every sound and syllable

To death and to it’s mighty grasp
the white sting
a red bath
and eyes too wide for the socket

I do
wholly for you
I close those ugly few
and smile the stain of it’s dagger

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