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Jan 2017
Broken ties
Slanderous lies
And yet you laugh when someone dies?

I don’t know if you realize that the grape vine is thin
Like a curtain witch keeps less light out than in
But I can hear you down the hall
Though the wall
Speaking ill of the one I call my sister
And your words have not missed her

As I stand up here I still wonder why
You know she had a loved one die
You know she has problems of her own
Yet you try to deface her like she sits on a throne

She doesn’t even sit on a chair
She sits on a stool with only one leg at the center
She balances on it barely keeping straight
Cause her life is an earthquake
And she is about to break

Do you think you have no chair as well?
As if she had a better place in hell?
There is no better place in hell
IT’S
JUST
HELL

I once thought you were better than this
I once thought you were stronger than this
I once thought you held compassion in the midst of aggression
I once spoke up when others spoke ill of you

I remember your bright smile
I remember it once made my heart skip a beat
I remember how beautiful you looked
Was it only a mask?

Or does your mask have the power to chill?
For now, when I look at you I only feel icicles
But it is possible that I never have seen your true face at all

Broken ties
Slanderous lies
And yet you laugh when someone dies?

I wish I could have known you better but I am not up for the task
Because I can’t know anyone when they hide behind a mask
Tadeusz Loarca
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Tadeusz Loarca  24/M/New York
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