Curated, crippling envious thoughts
Writing lyrical fiction
Suits you well,
Conveniently distorted
And wrapped in rusty chains
Of misinformation
Clouded who you are
I could tell you of course
The real villain that you are
But you're better off believing
Your own cowardly lies
Construction of decay
Murky swamps of dismay
Than to bite into that noxiously
Putrid durian fruit rotting away ©
Karen L. Fleming, 6.5.26
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