She could suck
The pucker
From a lemon
In two seconds,
Under fingernails,
She’d wake before sun,
To eat clay.
Then the fog come up
Off the water again,
And the sun cut through —
Illuminating history
She couldn’t escape.

And he broke
Her heart
With wood and string,
Just like ev’ry
When the dreams
Would slip away.
And she’d lace
Up a corset,
Over scars
And imagined tattoos,
Tying up all the trappings
Of civilized life.

No escape from
Interruptions —
Figured she
Might as well
Build a façade,
Cover the weaknesses
No one believed in

She’d smile to hide,
Watch the trains
Pull away,
And wait
To shed skins
From the brittle
Truths she concealed.


About Emily

I may or may not have: A. Dirt B. Ink C. Paint D. Wool under my fingernails.

One response to “Disguise”

  1. apshilling says :

    wow! – you made me pull a bitterlemonface with the great opening . . .
    and i think the wind changed too ;L

    your structure and scape
    are key to bringing this one
    into the close and personal realm of this reader . . .


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