By Meilkuiazjuh Cyril Eyteen Vargas
Little secrets kept
within a box,
feel empty
with all the space that lingers
a void
that only dirty lies can fill
Little secrets kept
within a box,
feel empty
with all the space that lingers
a void
that only dirty lies can fill
gaping holes that engulf
all honesty
all her unevenness
and emptiness
lie down
to a windowless cabin she regards as home
smothered with shame
she carves
on the bulwarks
of disdain and disappointment
but she does not break free.
perpetually trapped
in the screeching echoes
of white lies that were drowned in bleach,
she does not break free
her empty home is good enough for me.
all honesty
all her unevenness
and emptiness
lie down
to a windowless cabin she regards as home
smothered with shame
she carves
on the bulwarks
of disdain and disappointment
but she does not break free.
perpetually trapped
in the screeching echoes
of white lies that were drowned in bleach,
she does not break free
her empty home is good enough for me.