Allegory by Vikki OwensYou and me.
We.
are in purgatory
and we are strung up
on our own lives
and our own needs
the edges of our lies
have cut the strings
of what used to be.
I liked to pretend
and pretend is all you ever did,
we pretended so well
that we became pantomime of
love,
I dont believe the words that fall from
your mouth now,
your mouth is my monster
you've put holes in
the fabric of
my reality
you've put holes in my being.
You raise up your hands,
stigmata style,
you claim your own pain,
you claim absolution,
I dont believe you.
I cant see anything but
the burnt-out cinders of
everything that ever comforted me.
03/08/2009 Posted on 03/08/2009 Copyright © 2025 Vikki Owens
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