‘Your Fate’ | taryntaffywrites | Poetry

Miles
Miles of walking with no destination
I took your hand
And prepared for retribution
You pulled me back
But I pulled you further
Because you painted me black
When I wanted color
So I took up a brush
And painted in red
You quickly went hush
As I split open your head
It was a job I didn’t want to do
But you executed my soul
So I executed you