Wednesday 10 June 2020

On living in a bubble. Lies and bliss.

Her life was a disco ball constructed from shards of shattered bliss


Lies


the blunt but self sharpening things
you brought into the bubble of bliss.

The knife you hold to your wrist
should I threaten to leave.
The new man you prefer to the last man
all forgetting to leave a forwarding address when they 
meeting cheerfully in pubs discuss

the blunt but self sharpening things
you leave lying around

Amid shards of bliss.


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