Three of Swords

Those dreadful three words:
the terrible Three of Swords.
The flushing of the face,
the SiCkEniNg of the stomach.
The burn
from the turn
and the twist
of the blades.
The ache
long after,
it is everything you’d imagined
and more,
but BREATHE…
because the Death Card
is around the corner.

~

Poem by Ryan Anarchy
Artwork “Three of Swords” by Sara Kipin

I wrote this poem while listening to:
*  Justin Timberlake – What Goes Around Comes Back Around