Ruby on my Forehead

Got a ruby on my forehead,

it hurts like a stone.

The beauty of my necklace

adorns the flesh on a beggar’s bone.

The golden wire

tears through the pipe of life.

I snort the water of my sweat,

I pinch the milk; the infant cries.

I wish they steal my ruby,

when I am cuffed in a beam of light.

I wish they stab the ball of cotton,

I wish the world turns sour to a cripple’s delight.


Published by: flatlined84

A thinker outside the quarantine zone. The words on this blog will assault your senses, would make you curse in the holy name of Bard. If that's not enough, leave a piece of your mind in the comments section- the writer is on the dole and is always hungry.

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