Blood Tells You a Lie
Blood tells you a Lie.
Its dirt will, strip you clean
Its teeth rip out your beating heart
like a statue,you stand De robbed
cold in its shredding winter blast.
It deals out numb, gorges on your dignity
steals your guilt pecked last crumbs
leaves them hanging on your feeble trust
like dissolving icicles mingled and minced
in your candy-flossed threaded mind.
You,mix,the details around in your
night sweat damp sheet silence
Cwtched up,too nighttime’s loneliness.
Pillows whisper advice for hours, they
deal a hand of confrontation, and calm pond
outcomes are known, from flown by past time
where you sat in a cold moons drip
wringing pale, nail picked caring hands
again shaping truths into clay happiness.
Sifting the grains that remain into
many wasted castles of sand, while
hours swim, Looking for the end game plan
but It does not come, morning does though.
The adhesive of blood, or genes produce
no repair, your left holding cupped hands
a smashed egg timer, Its grains spilt,
In the kitchen of your pain.
Copyright © John Lusardi | Year Posted 2022
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