LITTLE WHITE LIE

Why did you pry

My frosted eyelids open, high

And pin them, by the sharpened tip of your verse,

To the ceiling of the only room that ever mattered?

I peeled the sky back from over your head,

And down, past your ankles.

I discovered Heaven.

And so much was it like home,

I thought myself your guardian, who might stay…

But I was not. And could not.

Yes, I now understand the significance of your disguise.

 

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