Tuesday, May 28, 2013

Startling it was
a beehive
of lies
webbed my childhood
trapped realities
and preyed on them

I gathered my lies
a sore blooming
slow like hibiscus

I lied you were mine,
later, wedded to my lies
I gave birth to my fancies
to bring up as mine

I wore them up my sleeve,
then like my garters
I tatooed them ungendered
on my soul,
till you dawned on me
and I stretched my eyes
to love.

I abandoned my lies
peeling them
off my soul
you plucked at every
bleeding string

till in the most intense
truth,
you disrobed love
and branded my truth as
the biggest lie ever heard

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