you prop yourself up
higher and higher and higher
and i stand below
watching you scowl when i don't bow
from the apex of your hubris you cast your stones
don't do this
don't do that
i don't you say
you follow the laws like a remedy
you cast your stones and breathe your praises
your love letter
you seem to have forgotten you're human still
you're pushing me down lower and lower and lower
you're looking down
the weight of your halo
wounding you fatal
from the cushiness of your throne you cast your stones
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PDXKaraokeGuy, also known as Justin W. Price, is the managing editor at eFiction horror. Husband to Andrea, father to two dogs. writer.poet.baseball fan. tattooed. He is am amateur theologian with a rabid sweet tooth. He resides in a suburb of Portland, Oregon.He has a poetry book available for Amazon Kindle, and also maintains a blog, FirstBlog. His work has been featured in the Crisis Chronicles, efiction Magazine, The Hellroaring Review, the Bellwether Review, eFiction Humor, and the Rusty Nail. Please visit his profile page for more information. Thanks!
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