Literature
Sweet little lies
This open door
is closing,
I am face down
on the floor,
it's filled with
ashes, aches,
& weapons,
come on,
sweet little harlot,
tell me some more,
would you
have a drink
with me,
maybe then you'll
see,
the world from
my eyes,
before then though,
everyone will
have said
their goodbyes &
continued living their
sweet little lies.