Blades

Fake friends queue
with open blades
that stab and slash into
my back but
my back is my shield
protecting my heart
from the mouths of hate
and the flock of freeloaders
seeking all they can take
yet all the while
I was fighting
the mortal hands I knew
would kill me
my heart was slain
by that which stood
in front of my eyes
the hidden blade
disguised by trust and desire
now drenched in my blood
that blade they call love

© JG Farmer 2018
Form: Free Verse

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