Silk or the sword

The tenderest of truths
is the faintest slip of a lie
A truth withheld
becomes the well of tarnished voices
Until
At break
Effluvia pours free
Drowning dreamer and dream

A truth spoken
Cuts clean
A blade slick with blood

Cut my flesh
A thousand times
I’ll not fester in secret

I’ll be your truth
If you’ll be mine

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