What are you thinking?

You present me with perfection.You tell me all the things I want to hear.Never an angry word or sharp jab. Just whitened teeth andBotox smiles. They hide that you’re no longer breathing.I hold youBut you are limp in my armsStill fucking smilingBut eyes no longer staring into mine. Synthetic beauty is deadlier than hemlock. Who

Are You Lying To Me?

They used to say to me,‘For the smartest girl in our yearYou really are the dumbest bitch of them all.’They would say I’m too easyBut not in that way.They knew they could lie to meAnd I wouldn’t be able to see itBecause a brick wall laid between my shinning eyesAnd their second face. A bank