Dark Angel

Scary poem: Dark Angel. National Poetry Day #NationalPoetryDay

WORKERS UNITED

I’m cold and I’m old
Her heart’s made of gold
I’m just her slave
I do what I’m told

She ripped off my skin
My outsides caved in
She tore out my heart
Tossed it in the bin

I’ve been left on the ice
By that woman so nice
As the ice starts to crack
The earth beckons me back

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