The truth hurts

marbles

A planet of marble
rolls in one hand.
Slippery, slight.
A weapon.

You feel it burn
in the quiet night.
Spilling its bile
in blue veins;
its endless circle
clinks, bumps, noses
the edges of sleep,
disturbing dreams.

A planet of marble
rolls in your head
Slippery, slight.
A verdict.

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Categories: Just Poetry

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4 replies

  1. This reads marvelously! I read it out loud just to hear the words. Very special, Sally.

  2. Oh lovely. Incites many feelings. -Renee

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