What's this—a peace
offering?
Empty words to
fill my wounds?
The patterned
lines of plaid
could have
seen this coming.
Typical.
Silence for
months—for what?
To shake the
rug beneath
when I started
standing up?
Comical,
the way the
threads between
your lies
still hold,
but scissors I
carry now.
Cut one and
watch
the whole
thing unravel.
Fall
you bitches
and sluts,
you rumors and
truths.
Unmask
yourselves before
I rightfully
call you out.
I'm not stupid.
I
know—everyone knows!
Would be a
naïve girl not to see
the veil is
black.
And as the
pieces of the puzzle fit,
what's this, what's this?
Save your
breath and the white flag,
a war is served
today.
