One sliver
Of an inch
So close
That you could pinch
Its toothy
Fleshless face
Devoid of
Any grace
Its breath of rot
And sin
That vilely
Beckons in
You thought
That you could win?
You thought
That you would ace?
You thought
That I would flinch?
One sliver
Of an inch
So close
That you could pinch
Its toothy
Fleshless face
Devoid of
Any grace
Its breath of rot
And sin
That vilely
Beckons in
You thought
That you could win?
You thought
That you would ace?
You thought
That I would flinch?
James Araucaria 