The Killing of The Cheshire Cat

Laughter lines lost in darkness
Sharpness drawn in and up
with a pencil
Stencilling happiness upon a face
like those dolls; all china and lace
and like every other.
Only you discovered a hairline
fracture
Captured a
glimpse of a secret smile, within – worn and thin
with nothing but
honesty
Lined in imperfect lipstick
and now, your kiss

Don’t.

Crystal tears shatter

my very existence.

Blissful ignorance,

the only gift.

 

Why mock these blessed days?

 

To speak your ugliness

would only offend

and tarnish their lustrous beauty.

 

Leave now.

 

Turn your back on righteousness.

Such bleak honesty

unrequired for warped contentment.

 

Go.

 

Take your truths with you.

 

These lies are mine.