Humanity Has Hands

Humanity has hands.
Hunting hounds house hope in
your heart.
Hyde hovers next to hysteria.
Impartial irregularities.
Immaterial ideas roam isolation.
Jekyll hesitates to emerge.
Jester’s jokes.
Justice is not justified.
Two years, ten months.
I’m obligated to oblige your ostentatious
insanity.
The fetus inside her changed your
mind,
and yet you played,
rook to G5,
with my sister’s limbs.
An excellent game of wizard’s chess.
The bark peeled away,
birch veins bled candor.
Your vampyric vapor exuded virtue
until that infantile strand of DNA
doused your depravity with deceit.
She threw sex in your face.
I threw venom.

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