April Anthology, 2013: Funhouse Soul

“To those on the outside,

All things come in parables.”

So tell me, when did you first begin to hide

Your heart from me, so lion-strong and terrible?

Is it the curse of the faithless,

That the mirror is so warped and skewed?

If I suspended disbelief, would you bless

Me once again with your truth?

I swear, I did not mean

To turn away, to fall,

Or into some darkened pit to lean.

Yet, after all, I find it makes so little sense—

The gift I would have bought with your six pence.