Deceit
I hardly know the meaning
Of that word up there I wrote
It can’t mean something good
I’ve only heard it bad
Endless torture
The painstakingly slow knife
Carving into your skin
Razor blades
Pills
Scars
Jagged edges
Blood
“Omen!”
My grandmother used to yell
“Ravens bring nothing but misery,”
She told me
Until they took her away
Mad they called her
Names, laughter
We’re the gatekeepers
Owners of her stuff
Her world
Is now our world
Madness.
Burn it all
But keep the money
That is deceit.
