I bear traitorous thoughts
In the sneering eyes
Of swift passersby

One glance
One quick swill
Is all
That is truly required

To retain the entire narrative
Of a turncoat’s cowardice
Yearning, to revise skin

I hold traitorous thoughts
Earlobes that quake
To mankind’s
Every tune

My words blossom
True to their own flair
Instilled, with their own customs
That singe away, at timid hearts

I hold treacherous thoughts
That lead frail minds
Through a maze
Of unending distress