Glaze on Cracked Pottery

They grease the air with silver lies,  

soft tongues coiled in serpent paths.  

A grin stretches wide, teeth unseen,  

words poured sweet in bitter intent.  

Promises slip like oil through hands,  

the sheen fools under dull disguise.  

A devil's art, no hints of scars,  

paint hiding rot, black in its core.  

Underneath, chipped edges betray them,  

seams so faint, fractures don't scream.  

But time burns hot, wears the glaze,  

truth will blister, seep through cracks.  

Smooth talk breaks like brittle clay,  

shards lay bare a heart's sharp thorns.  

We all learn the hard, crooked way,  

to see gloss fades, stains will stay.