The Disconnect

Eyelids flutter,
White canvas shutters,
Open to the work around,
Close these windows,
And I dream of sin and slave.

I'm red underneath,
But I hide it with parchment,
And nod my agreement.

When light meets dark,
And the villain shakes hands with the lamb,
Is when you'll know who I am.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2021

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