fork.

You call him a liar

with no words

just a tear
a reddened gaze

watch him survive
the conversation

with a shield of nonchalance
and a lack of eye contact

the tremble in your voice, you hide like crossed fingers

this time he won’t get you first

Caress the end of your pride
with a comforting hand
his laughter
exposes you
naked to his tongue

your bones raw to the whip of his words

Heartily

he eats your dignity
with a cocked head
a knife and fork

and a smile like dessert.

fork.

Beaufield Berry

Joined December 2007

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