Innocent Naïveté

Susceptible to sugarcoated venom,
Always on the side of the blade rather than the side of the hilt,
Being given a band-aid after being given a stab.

That viscus inside is bullet-pocked, but still beating;
You revet fortresses of fortitude for them to be spider-cracked
During another's target practice.

Pin cushion and punching bag of animate flesh,
You take draughts too frequently from another's bitter cup.
Why make yourself a cuspidor, a silent butler or a hot-water-bag?

Why, in your naivety, be the tissue that mops up another's salt water?
For, after you're used and reduced to pulp,
You find yourself among all things used and refused.

Reviews

[Adam Adams]

Susceptible to sugarcoated venom?
revet fortresses of fortitude?

ahan, very nice. intriguing choice of thoughts you have to distort... in the name of deep-seated words. liked it!

may be, we're all living in the world where "naivety" has nothing to do with "innocence", perhaps, innocence is oft. seemed to be so overwhelmed with... a tuft of "naivety" which further & farther has us lost somewhere in its juxtaposition. nice imagery here!