Saturday, December 11, 2010

Katie Ryvolt

My mother says, "Don't touch that it's dirty!"
As she washes the guilt from her face,
"Honey, be a doll and take out the garbage."
As she stuffs 120lbs of rotting lies into a yellow Sunday dress,
and goes off to church.

The garbage is sitting in the corner of the room in a plastic container,
with a lid to conceal its secrets,
the creator of it.

People throw away all kinds of truth,
to try and hide who they really are,
Betrayal - a failing report card,
Politeness - the dinner invite to that strange neighbors party,
A fake smile - the answer to the question "Honey, does this make me look fat?"
And Secretes - Inner thoughts,... true inner thoughts,
or maybe...
it's only last nights dinner?

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