Challenge
Sometimes the truth kills
Poetry or prose.
truth
it's strangling me
unruly garden
vines entangling
never knowing what will happen first-
if they'll start to spill
to sprout unbidden from between my teeth
and show themselves
or leave me a husk
empty
and i know
i can't live like this
but i can't say it either
i don't have the words
the right words
the ones that could make you understand
because i know the truth would kill me
just a little
in your eyes
a daughter vanished into nothing
and something undefined left in her place
and i'm not sure
you'd still care
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