Don’t look me in my eyes and knowingly feed me lies in hopes that I don’t find
The truth. Poor naked shrivelling wraith, shivering under the strength of my gaze.
The anger thrown on the emotions of the moment to fuel my fire
Burned our house of cards down to the ground.
Reality is an illusion and the only true good exists in dreams.
Far away from my senses, floating, seething shimmers escape my pores as I sink to the floor
Overcome with a kaleidoscope of feelings
Reeling from transparent blows, the kind that cause internal gaskets to blow.
Child’s pose; lying prostrate on the ground
Closed eyes see visions of a life and memories burning to the ground.
The low wailing sound somewhere far down reaches into the heart and turns it around
Fills it with grief and replaces angry tears with sad eyes and a forlorn frown.
Too many times.
Lies, like a slap to the face. Like a shot to the head. Like a glass of water dunked while sleeping in bed.
A sharp dart designed to cover up and protect
Who is the protected is an unsolved argument yet.
Lies, to the one who knows the truth, create a confusion and leaves one unamused.
Perhaps puzzled and perplexed and pressured to either reveal knowledge or supress feelings
Weighty decisions, often discarded in the heat of flighty moments.
R is for regret. R is for remember. R is something you can never erase or forget.
I know the truth.
I, the oracle.
I know what you do.