Evocative transposition of cords,
With a hint of methodology;
Your scab
Broken open and bleeding,
Staining the carpet where you lay.

Dressed for a funeral on the 4th of July,
Hands raised to heaven,
Conjuring the demons of your past;
A forked tongue,
Sliding words along the sharp points,
Those disgusting deceptions
Which place at point chartreuse

A Melancholy laughter
And strange lies,
Protruding from beneath,
Satan’s insipid derangement
Of the truth.


2 thoughts on “Trinity

  1. Truth only spoken through deceit. Scratch that, I smile so tightly nothing can ever get through these teeth. The demon in me a mystery you will never solve. The pieces scattered across many different homes, many stained walls.


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