Chapter 3 – The Sweetest Satire

Flora

The fawn of devilish childish

Absolut-shunn(ed)

I’ll not return to this

Demolition

Alas, I am at the mercy

Of my own hand

Having removed myself from the game

Ignoble in my cause

Now facing defeat, I give in

Conspicuous shudders of revolt

They’ll not shut me down

Not to sufferance nor shame

They’ll never make me sleep

I shall sever such sadism with

The sweetest satire

Make my day