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Deceitless

by Gilly Wigley

the truth dropped
like an anvil hung from frail rope.
cold.
hard.
fast.
utterly painful.
SMACK
on the face.
red lines tracing
numb cheeks and quivering lips

but the fact is,
bruises taste sweeter when asleep on a pillow.

10/06/2011

Posted on 10/06/2011
Copyright © 2025 Gilly Wigley

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