(Page of Cups, reversed, Rider-Waite)
as a boy I believed
my self-deceptions
and hid within them
I wrote, seducing
myself with lies
of happiness
like thin snakes
my doubts curled
within each cup
each what-if cut
a new line
through old flesh
until I stood
a lacework of blood
upon a silent shore
(August 2, 2023)
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