She
fell in love with my words…
The persona within these pages.
The lies I concocted while
stewing another batch of imagination.
Not the stretched beyond means
Mangled and grotesque remains of
the person that is me.
The strangeness amongst the fiction
we call the truth
Is without tricks without props
and without illusions
Yet does not sate our needless
self-destruction
To sedate the truth
Cowering from its contagious whisper
Infection laced messages
Clinging
to a reality much unlike our own
And
the inflated imaginings of a person unknown, yet...
She
fell in love with my words…
Olsfred James 2015©
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