Two-tone lips Chewed raw from a tempted anxiety And a stitched together string Told to keep quiet unless you have a lie to tell So you can protect the connected streams of expectations A lie balanced on one lip, the truth falling from the other Catch it quick before it spills
Burnt bruised skin Strangled by the soft palms of mercy With a choked lie so we will protect their name A yellow-blue watercolor of forgotten truths Blended together with the concealed coverings A punch again and one more hit Block the kick to stop the pain
Obsidian knife blades Cut deeper than the steel that you use Black explosive rock glazed with the promise of blood A line cut into it that separates truth from lie A simple consequence of being the one who was there A chance game token of who can get the better death A knife that only reveals the bruised lips of the liar that we are
I don't entirely know what this poem means, but it definitely means something, I'm still formulating a complete, coherent meaning for it. The two-toned lips was an idea that just kinda came to my mind, and the obsidian and blood combination came from a recent trip to New Mexico, when our tour guide was having us imagine the obsidian arrows covered in blood, and I found that artistic and beautiful, so I used my own version of it in my poem.