under the knots and seams,
lies the facts and the truth
that aren't what it seems:
my darkness, my light; its roots.
ruthless strokes, I paint;
covering the tears,
hoping that my blood won't taint;
as it contains all of my horrors and fears.
happiness painted with pastels:
positivity traced with crayons;
all the truth protected by an infinite puzzle
within an impossible dungeon.
you seem to think,
as irresistibly painted with true features,
that the faces that I seem to exhibit
showed the true pigments of my colors.
you fantasize about seeing through my cover;
oh, but the only thing you give me is bitter laughter;
because underneath are broken flasks;
scarred and bruised; covered by a mask
YOU ARE READING
Petals & Dust
PoetryP E T A L S flaking away from my soul, waking me up to the truth. Soiling the ground beneath it; carcasses fragile and hollow. D U S T blown away by the winds, feathering out of sight; the crust, silently creeping away, crowning the sadness I utte...
