Tacenda

Game of Cards

The clock ticks in the corner of the room
A time bomb waiting to go boom

The leaky kitchen faucet incessantly drips
Whispering secrets through aluminum lips

The refrigerator hums its distrust to the pots and pans
They're already forming paranoid escape plans

We paint the room a thick coat of our fears
Dripping all around us - the walls cover their ears

The words spill out of you and stain the rug like wine
Turning the room into a crime scene of red design

Apology after apology you spit
The carpet chokes on the deceit drenching it

What I thought was our cozy home of brick
Is nothing but the lying illusion of a card trick

I watch with horror as our chairs turn into fives of spades
To a jack of hearts the toaster hastily fades

Collapsing stacks of cards closing in on every space
Among the red and black, all that remains in tact is your poker face

Our flimsy house of cards struggling to stand
Never had a chance against the cheater’s ace in your hand