What is Deceit?

Deceit is

the cradling of substance to one’s chest, 

cold glass against writhing skin

a walk of shame across white hospital tiles, 

sternness sharp and judgement dragging

 

I drown the angst in my plundering heart

with gallons upon gallons of settled water, 

revealed through the crystallinity of my sweat

and stubborn, suspended tears

 

In time, I’ll step through the mucky air

with toes lifted by angels, 

shoulder blades cleaned by gods, 

but until then, I riddle my mind with unsettlement

and think about the meaning of deceit

The Lone Cat

MA

16 years old

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