Monday, September 10, 2012

The Forfeit

I played
your silly games
following rules
I never wrote.

Swept up
diving in
my heels burrowing into the soft ground

yet guided by your flock
sinking and gulping for air
Your sweet perfume
a foul stench.

You looked out for me
through the openings of your mask
twisting truths
like needles in my sides.

You said

I cannot do myself justice.

I am
my own justice
Like a ripple in the pond
the reflection forcing its way to you.

I gave you
the benefit of the doubt

But I forfeit
this exercise in hypocrisy
encircling me in lines
I never drew.