I shall write from a room of my own.
Kick tin at the cat on the roof

“You're one of my favorites”
He said.
And said.
Until he didn’t.

Naiveté’s intoxicating allure
Once duped
Breeds contempt
The mask slips.

I failed to see the hot plate of my goose cooked
For love of kindness
While kissing your ***.

Eviscerations deflower nobler hearts to pay lessors’ intentions
Beyond pale of reason
Power’s addiction

I shall not suffer wisely
A fool indifferent

The secrets we keep safeguarding delusion for hope’s sake.

What we allow?
Continues.
A heart breaks
Until it quakes.

Then heart writes from a room of its own
Kicks tin at the cat on the roof.

©2015 Kelley White