Struggling a bit
to always find words
day after day after day.

There are none.

Not now, not before.
Just platitude and politeness
over and over.

I always lie.

It’s not that
there’s never anything to say
just no one to hear words
worth saying.

Just what needs hiding,
papering over cracks in conversation
with the same words
all the time.

No one ever notices.

It’ll come,
it’ll fall apart
turn on me
until I am nothing
but raw bloody truth for everyone to see.

Not today though.


NaPoWriMo – Day 17

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