Noir

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CHOKING ON MY SUPPOSE TO

Spoken jabs,
Or maybe stabs
At reconciliation with self.
Dialogue of make up
Speeches, one after another
Spoken to everyone but me.
Explanation literal
And awkwardly transparent.
Confusion between confession
And convincing.
Stories wrap necrotic images
Of perfect self
Under inches of gauze,
Never ending self surgery
Of guilt and shame.
Fear of self and opinion
Daddy always knew
Exactly what to say.
The truth and a lie
Don't meet
Halfway
In the middle.
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