death to pride

inner monologue’s evolving

from serenity to sociopathy

as much an infinity symbol

as we are a blinking exit sign

he says I

refuse to compromise

(and for once he’s not wrong)

a wise woman waits

but never prays

for a consolation prize


negotiations nullify

he cries “live and let live

I say “live and let die

so let this be life

and let this be death

death… to pride

a. duncan, 2018




Artwork: Joan of Arc by Georges de Feure, 1896


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"She would fill endless notebooks with stories about the characters in her life, their impressions, words, friends, lovers, inspirations, fantasies. She spent her days dreaming up worlds where they fit together in visions; the if only, the never again, the someday. Those who knew her best would describe her as a creature with a clear and sometimes painful sense of herself; furious with ideas and convictions, to a point that she frightened love away with discernment and a relentless strength of character."

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