watch close,
dear friend,
so your
silence won't
be in vainthey're out
to get your
secrets and
gamble them in
their gameswatch close,
dear friend,
and watch how
this unfoldsfor all your
malice and deceit
will cease
to remain untold
YOU ARE READING
The Faults in Utopia
PoetryThere will always be fault in the most glistening diamond castles, a witch in every Oz, a monster under every bed. But sometimes, the monster doesn't live under your bed, because sometimes, the monster lives inside you.