white lies

Your words injected beneath my skin:

words of love, words of wisdom, words of power.

The genesis of doubt, cast by a throwaway thought,

an imposed question turned to conditioned truth.

A monologue of devotion, unheard and unseen.

Reimagined to sow the seeds of your promises,

a seed sown sour, germinated in the artificial light.

Only the turning sky would gauge my growth.

On the first day, you named me.

On the second day, you shaped me.

And on the third and final day, you set me free.

These blessings I was born to inherit,

Fate, she whispered it so.

The gift of freedom, a Trojan horse, cursed to return me to you.

Future letters branded in your name,

to honour your version of truth.

The syllables singed in the pages, not mine—

but the echoes of your omniscience.

These white lies you let slip through your teeth,

a preacher of poison is what you’ve become: 

the great pretender, who condemns me.

This time my name’s capitalised,

I’ll take back the words I once owned.

While I watch as your world burns.

Because all you ever did was watch mine.