A poem I wrote today (suggest a title?):
And then I spilt the truth onto the floor
Right before your very eyes and ears
Before I could take it back
You were on your hands and knees
Devouring every single word
When you were done you stood up
You looked at me as you wiped your mouth clean
And walked away without another word
I hadn't meant to keep it from you
I did want to share but it was
Far too tempting to keep it for myself
Now I guess it serves me right
For there's nothing left for me
Hardly a morsel on the ground
And you've gone into your room
To digest the truth you've claimed for yourself
1 comment(s):
very animalistic imagery.. can truth be devoured in such a way??
By Pandhu, at 11:33 pm
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