Untitled #27

I see through you

in the crinkle of wrapping paper.

Your mouth moves but

all I hear is a lie spoken

underwater.

Hurts my head as your words

fill my nose with the stench of

desperation.

Your eyes flicked back and forth

with the eyes of a man looking

for escape

but scared

of freedom.

The sound of wrapping paper

makes me close my eyes.

I swallow my shame

because i cannot see you through

the paper anymore.

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i can feel hurt in this write, well done.