Fool Me Once

Fool Me Once

Fool me once, shame on you.
Isn’t that how the saying goes?
I’ve been burned before. So I’ve learned.
Hellish fires and splintered vessels floating down the River Styx.
We’ve swam among childhood demons and danced with the devil.
Coarse violin strings and finely untuned piano keys.
Songs from Hotel California, sung sweetly by the broken-hearted.

Stunned by rabid wolves and deafening howls
that even the purple moon succumbs to a crescent.
Frosted trees once enchanted by glistening flakes from heaven
are now withering into wiry branches that cascade over opaline ground.
The crunch of burning and bountiful leaves.
Overgrown gardens of Eden and overcrowded closets to Narnia.
Ripped t-shirt pockets and black hole hangers.

 Even the aluminum shivers into hibernation.
Grizzly bears and grizzled faces,
we harden when the sun shies.
We hide away in caves when doves cry.
Light the flame. Set you and me ablaze.
Fool me once, shame on you.
But wool was not made for eyes,
I will not be made a fool of twice.

– Samantha Prasad

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