great escape
the urge dies quicker nowadays, the slight stutter and I turn the other way. a white lie and I just can’t look at you the same. a simple act and the intention will have me questioning the validity of your words while your heart resides in my wrist but now I turn up my sleeves, praying the memory will disappear within the folds. white lies stare at me in the mirror, your voice becomes my prayer and my prayers are now recitations of bro-ken syllables I spoke too soon. palms up to the sky and our palms mirror each other the same, you have become my great escape.