Treasure Island

Ruth Walters

(London, U.K.)

Truth or Lies


Poised on the brink of hallucination
he watches her, trips over her flaws,
those tram lines etched within,
her short temper, unpolished nails,
pale skin and the gap in her teeth.

She bristles at him, scathingly,
his dream of this impossible woman,
almost claws for more faults
to fling at his ice blue eyes
for his ridiculousness.

She could feed him lies,
false trails, a beautiful past
but she is herself, like it or not.
She’ll let him stumble into
a pit of snakes as she offers up the truth.

Murky images unfold to him
with all their failings, he sees the mask fall,
who she really is, how she feels, why she came,
but worst of all and this is sad,
what she really thinks of him.

Submitted: Saturday, April 06, 2013
Edited: Thursday, October 10, 2013
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  • Danny Draper (4/7/2013 1:07:00 AM)

    A beautiful and poignant write. The beauty of honesty that so many reject for the superficial ideal and in doing so make the greatest mistake by failing to get to know the individual before them and in turn become despised with contempt. Thank you. (Report) Reply

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