NaPoWriMo – Day One

I crumple at the sound
of my voice
my words hardly my own
as I stumble over old lies,
ones I’ve told before.
It’s grating on me now
pulling tight at my skin.
I speak in broken dirges
as a person I barely recognise,
tiny letters scribbled to make up
longer words and tales,
a pattern that’s faded well,
old, worn, but still legible
and etched into me
until I have become the lies
and they have become me.

r.l.w

NaPoWriMo Day #1

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2 Responses

  1. Fida says:

    My favorite part is the first two lines!

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