Poetry

closet

the truth can
set you free
but who
wants the regret
and gnawing
betrayal that
accompanies it?
a beast locked
within our gaze,
we hoard lies
and feed on decay.
a cycle that refuses
to break, we must
become the mold that
finally breaks free… ✨

 

 

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