Just another lie...
Can we trust what we see?
Trust what we hear
or are we all scared children looking up into the eyes
of a nun
her fingers caressing the end of a ruler
she uses to bruise our knuckles
silencing our questions
those questions that never really go away
they just become placated and forgotten
in suffocated momements...
reminding us that we are smaller than we'd like to be
our voice choked out of us
until we are left straddling our own corpses
and broken memories
that haunt us
never seeming to find peace
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