justice · poetry · Word of the Day Challenge

Quintessence

staring down the barrel

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When your hand reaches for my breast,

quintessence slaps it away.

When your lips stretch towards mine,

quintessence curls up and punches you in yours,

In the night, when your sneaking leads

to my room,

quintessence grabs the knife.

When you try to bend me over

in your office,

quintessence opens the door and

screams bloody murder.

When you try to jump me

as I get out of my car,

quintessence pulls the trigger.

In the olden days, quintessence

was quiet, a silent scream.

Things change.

Word of the Day Challenge — quintessence

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