You have covered me in winter's snow
as I skate across thin layers of your lies.
I falter and fall into cracks of denial,
suddenly feeling dirty from echoes down drainpipes
that dressed me in a filmy veneer of soiled emotions.
Spring thaw will wash the scabs
from eyes that couldn't see the hollow future.
Monday's mask does a backflip
and I land away from your fetid fancies
into Sunday's of pretty rainbows and lakeside picnics.
Author notes
2. Blue skies over death's sewer
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Comments
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Wonderful
Very well done. Best of luck in the contest.
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