Weeks of calm temper suddenly ended,
paranoia, speed, because a broken promise
passed from lying lips.
It struck me silent for a deathly moment
a foolish frozen smile, sideways eyes
stuck on hate. Stomach bile bubbling.
That was the time to halt, turn around,
breathe deep, sit down, lie down, sleep,
envision deceit as cotton candy
dissolving on a child’s tongue.
It was not easy turning lies to mush
and I struggled with conscience and revenge.
If not for the knowledge of higher reciprocal things
there might be a sticky pool of dizzying self-indulgence
and a mind exiled from its mental country.
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