brittle ghosts are smiling
the brittle ghosts are smilingthrough their lovely little teeth
it seems no matter how you spin the tale
the luxury of trust is someone else
and prising open secrets
makes us as see-through as sheer shroud
it is because of the past creeping like
a worried maid after her master or mistress
always attempting to scuff the dirt
beneath the carpet but missing something
and compressed smiles and tears
are just another way of saying
I will take you and break you
posted by Cathy @ 1:25 AM
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