Trust

Trust

There is an ugly truth I hide,

one that I deem as soul-sucking.

I wish I could camouflage it-

then I would throw it in the hamper

so it may hide in the dirty clothes bin.

It’s a sin,

my one true vice.

Nemesis.

A needing.

Call it a desire:

smoke, ash, and fire.

Burns until

I open my mouth,

and then out come the words-

popping like kernels

in their frenzied fashion.

Rushed,

splaying and spraying about

until satiated.

They come to rest on the ears of another,

and then I turn,

my mind blown asunder.

Trust.