false (in)tensions

angels and demons snarl
at my heart’s worship,
brimstone warbles through
a tempest of harmonies,
a glorious cacophony of
dreamshivers.

the predatory gaze of
jackals in sheep’s clothing
tracking what they hope is
wounded easy prey, while
pontificating their best
intentions.

being chased through the
snow by bumbling villains,
hiding cruelty in self serving
semi-literate lines of lies,
unaware they are the actual
problem.

unable to handle that
the rabbit is happier now
than they ever pretended
to wish, living his own
truth wrapped in her and
the words.

watching jealously as she
kindles an inferno that rages through his tenuous calm, her
incidental perfection sparking
the storm that keeps him
together.

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