The audacity
Of your tongue
To be shaped like a flower
But to speak like a serpent

The animosity
Of my chest
It heaves each time your near
You pollute my very air

Disgust and contempt
Don't begin to explain
How much I seeth
When I hear your vile name

The version of me you never met
Was the best secret that I ever kept

False smiles and a witty joke
You'll never see past the positivity cloak

Why would I tell you I'm not fine
When you don't let me in your mind

Hair up and makeup done
You'll never see me in the evening sun

Meals prepped, trash stashed away
You hear only what I want to say

Even this account is best kept private
If you knew my truth, you'd never survive it

a memory error.
an error in memory.
yes I dream in soft, subdued colors.
but I do remember the color of your eyes.
or is this, too, a distortion?
what does the absence of color in my dreams derive from?

The moon leaves the night
to find the sun,
the sun leaves the day
to find the moon
and I stand in the shadow
they pass between them.