Poetic Interlude XXIX

A corset squeezing out the breath,
A python ’round the neck:
Clean and cold conformity –
That demoness of death.
Draped with cords of every sort
The better for to bind
Relentless eyes burn arctic bright, 
Compel with cruel design,
And in the deep of every night
With calculated, clear delight,
You’ll learn to walk the line.

©2013 by Tyler J. Yoder. All rights reserved

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About Ty DeLyte

Madame DeLyte has suffered a grave disappointment - YET AGAIN - and still believes that freedom, beauty, and truth are what's valuable, rather than vulgar cash. He'd add love to that list - but, well, what can he say about love?
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