I told the Truth yesterday.

As soon as the Words left my lips

They were Forgotten.

 

Now that everything is laid Bare,

The numbness in my fingertips

is starting to recede.

 

The jasmine smelt good

the night I told the Truth.

Like I thought it would, six months ago.

It took so long to grow and now,

the other flowers are dying.

 

We saw six Vultures this morning

Circling the Waters.

I was eating Cherries in the backseat,

Wondering where Death lived.

 

The heat ripples over the melting streets,

I wonder why I lied for so long.

I could have cast off those shackles

And walked away with

the Vultures, the Jasmine, and Death.