sitting quiet in a little room.
droopy eyes try to stare through me.
right through my soul.
tell me all i want to know.
tell me all about me.
she creeps through a past.
tells me the things that i may mask.
clears the air with everyone here.
everyone i know, she tells it slow.
but me? what about me??
three children. long life. do you have a daughter? no? well you will…
a man i love.
and health? i’m fine.
i’m fine.
i’m fine…
as you wish to hear the things you want. you hear the things that don’t work. and you want to believe it all.
oh to hear the clearest of lies.
Ciara Ashley Johnson 