I - Awareness. Reality mocks you, jagged teeth grin and rotten laughter deafens. The factual and the false dancing in plain sight, tangled as lovers sprawled on a fire-lit carpet. Eyes narrowed, you catch the blurred lines between two sides of a spinning coin.
II - Honesty. Truth eludes you, slipping across your skin and twining your hair and trickling down your spine like ice water. Itâs there, taunting, tantalising and terrifying; every word razor-sharp fangs and burning acid. It coils tightly around your wrists, pulls at you like a the wind tugs at a dying leaf.
III - Denial. Lies comfort you, silken and smooth bound gently over your crying eyes. Honey trickles into ears to smother the enraged screams of a hideous twisted thing clawing at the door to this self-made prison. One final lonely, bitter howl is scattered by a summerâs breeze, chased by smirking sunlight.
â .gm âwe tie our own blindfoldsâ (misc poetry iv)










