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Trial by liar
I'm asleep in this waxen straitjacket
a cocoon of crimes dealt with vengeance
my comuppance for wanting laziness
to be all I drink and breathe.
Dying leaves fall softly
dancing in whirlwinds of uncaring
songs about how the world was much safer
when predators knew their place.
I'm transforming in this liars coffin
becoming what I never dared to be
a skysong bright and clear
sending lilting notes of discontent
burrowing into your cortex softly
and slipping away with your memories
of birthday cake and first kisses.
My wings are bursting forth
transluscent and impossible
from this whip-lashed back that
carried the sins of my father
upon its dirty, screaming frame
never complaining, never satisfied
until the clouds carry me away
into a star filled ocean
home away from home
endlessly beautiful
forever misunderstood.
