You Call Me A Liar

You would not like
the real me.
I tell you this
all the time.
I tell you this
as I take off
my coat, my sweater,
my mask, my face.

I tell you this
as I unzip my skin.
I tell you this
as I bite into you
with my revealed teeth.
I explain
in the language of my heart.

You call me a liar with your love,
and I thank you for it.

About Catastrophe Jones

Wretched word-goblin with enough interests that they're not particularly awesome at any of them. Terrible self-esteem and yet prone to hilarious bouts of hubris. Full of the worst flavors of self-awareness. Owns far too many craft supplies. Will sing to you at the slightest provocation.
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2 Responses to You Call Me A Liar

  1. Trent Lewin says:

    I think I would like whatever is under that skin. I loved this, by the way. Short and feral, and wonderful images.

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