Three Minutes of Fame

a poem by Andrea Laws

an enemy of unknown bondage

straps its straps on thee

digging deeper and deeper in

skin wanting to be free

“play it again!” they yell

satisfying their thirst

bidding towards hell

but never leaving first

enemy’s hidden beauty

fills these guilty walls, but

now at the hour of death

they yield

stretching on stony depths

represented by marks

this society only approves by

uncommitted barks

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