“Miss Karma” By Robin Chappell

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She cradled the remainder of dignity you had left like a newborn

Delicacy is overrated and although her esteem has been debated

She waits until she finds better, leaping through an endless loophole

She could never deny what is right, remaining focused on the wrong

Sickening how no one acknowledges her in a bar full of broken hearts

Slobbering and slurring over what once was and how they’d fucked it up

She is thrown to the side in a denial of moments…right next to the throw up

For if they really had to accept her, no being could truly handle it

Descending upon the Earth in a fury with no face displaying her wrath

Nor could they swallow any of her tiny cut up pieces that create an entire picture

Photographs taken in black and white she perches between her lovely breasts-

Safer keeping

When she approaches you in both fury and calm, there will be no ounce of rest

Whispering all of the secrets you thought you kept-

and you swear to God they never left the depths of your breath

You prayed she’d never know

Yet, no one knows you better than she

Not in the birth of your dirty new mornings

The bottomless slums of your cheap filthy evenings

The most silent punishment to the highest degree

The upper echelon of crimes and sins committed

Settling in the bottom of the bottle in the middle of a spinning room…

And when it all shatters…all of the pieces glisten in boisterous relief

Just to return right back…and do it all again

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