Daylight has not broken, yet, and I write by the glow of my iPhone this mini-poem to unburden myself of family drama.
I See You
There are no secrets—
your soft whispering
behind others backs,
even your dark thoughts,
are secreted through
your shifty eyes
the guile of your smile
and suspect actions.
Perhaps, it might resonate with your own experience, regarding those who have backstabbed you with a kiss or betrayed you with a smile. I hope not, but such is life...
sigh
