Truth: the liquid kind

I listen to Radiohead when I contemplate killing you— I want to smash your glass and get at the inside of your meaning. Shells tell different truths— look at me. See, I’m right and tight with my plastic teeth, and painted eyes that never blink. We mislead, you and me. © Kindra M. Austin (image: Gifer)Continue reading “Truth: the liquid kind”

Head Over Heels

I’m head over heels, tied up and strangled by my entrails— my insides excised— you keep a terrific tongue unleashed between liar’s teeth stained with victory and breast milk. Man-child, I’ve never known a coward quite like you. Your truth is treachery; and it fucking guts me. I’m head over heels in disgust with you.Continue reading “Head Over Heels”