Nobody Home
Take off your face
there must be truth beneath those
layers of painted-on dissemblance
Let anything but deception
drip from your mouth
that gaping yaw of practiced sensibility
Look at me and try to hide in that gaze
the hardness of your withered heart
then try to convince me to stay
I didn’t think so.
Copyright © Jill Martin | Year Posted 2006
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