That saccharine smile
used to be so genuine.
Posted a thought to oppose,
now,
you’re an oblique specimen.
So we confuse the bruises
for a shadow in the picture.
That which would afflict you,
a virtue,
only applied to restrict you.
Tied up,
begging for it,
weren’t you?
Held on to that smile,
until they smashed it off of you.
Couldn’t believe
that you could be
betrayed so.
Not even a safe word
could save you,
I guess that’s the way the wind blows.
You can smell the bodies.
Don’t try and hide,
or deny,
or apply delicate perfumes
to cover up
what’s left
of those you’ve consumed.
This is a race to the graves,
and the wager is slaves.
You’ll still smile in your way,
once the flesh is decayed.
Blind obedience,
so obsequious.
It’s ridiculous,
how we fall
for the same old song and dance,
The same tricks
that make us sick,
abandon our wits
at the first sign
of any of it.
Ha!
A smile and a laugh.
There’ll be tears enough, soon.
We’re all temporary creatures,
and so are you.
I’m not here to judge;
I’ll leave that to the sky,
and time.
We’re all gonna wonder why
we forgot your smile.
It was so infectious.
HG – 2020
