Читать книгу Gold Mouth - Hannah D. McClendon - Страница 13

When you put on that new identity,

that new persona,

it was impossible for me

to recognize you,

your new status

in your fraternity

like prosopagnosia,

but your face;

so ugly to me,

your lies all came together

like some demonic symphony,

like the voices

flooded my head as chants,

I was poisoned

that’s why I tested you rants;

I cried out for help

but only received silence,

the only way to quiet these voices

is through rituals;

ones I promised myself I’d given up,

I had no choice

you picked up the phone,

now you’re concerned,

the blood soaking through my veins

was enough to make you go insane,

you’re not welcome here

you’re too late

don’t call me now,

accept the fate

I exposed you;

texts or calls

you choose it,

your lies can no longer kill me

now go and face the music,