Nobody wants the truth.
Just picturethe look on their faces if I declared,
bold as brass,
that I did this to myself.
Yes, honestly,
I made these incisions,
Up and down
My own tender arm,
It is a ladder,
to my truth.
Imagine, imagine,
The gasp in their mouths,
Should I confess
that only I
am responsible
for this criss-crossing map.
Honestly, the truth
is a dagger, a shaft,it will slice deeper
than you want it to,
I promise,
You don’t want it, my loves.
Laura May
@lauramaywritten