…in silhouette

Not acquainted
with the concept of honesty
your unctuous words
deceptively sweet
dripping from lips
whispering sonnets and ballads
in soft velvet tones

the threads of deception
and honeyed lies
reflected in your hollow eyes
silver tongued serenades
seeping sweetly
from the dark depths
of your soul
bleeding through the cracks
in your tired disguise

reality unveiling the lies
masquerading as truth
the promises made
never meant to be kept
intended to feed my hunger
as they slip quietly away
into the crevices of ambiguity

you dance around
your unrelenting treachery
with such confidence and ease
but like nature
it cannot help but show itself
this cold winter of betrayal
I feel the weight of your presence
heavily upon my soul

searching for the scars
carved into my skin
searching for flowers
in fallow fields
searching for warmth
in the darkest winter
searching for answers
that I already have

tainted reflections
mirrors that lie
memories in silhouette
slowly fading
against a darkening sky
© Ann Bagnall