Saturday, March 15, 2008

Run! It's a poem!

Here's a poem.  I'm not saying it's good.  I'm not even saying I like it, it's just a poem I wrote.  I backdated it to when I wrote it, rather than today's date.  Enjoy.

Her Safeword is "Awesome!"

Compassion was trained into her like a Pavlovian response.

She can taste it, salivary and immediate on exposure to suffering.

It's just that she doesn't care anymore.

Her heart feels like a dry socket in a crumbling jaw,

a holy relic of her belief in the golden rule.

She's the precise opposite of a bigot;

She only hates people exactly like herself.

The weak, the selfish, the manipulative,

the broken and the timid incur her wrath:

their only offense, reflection.