The Hard Truths
A Trembling Manifesto
The hard truths are just gonna go unsaid
They can build their abode, live in my head
Because when they occupy the space between us instead
No other connecting wires can carry signal
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The hard truths are just gonna go unsaid
Last time they touched air
They went from deep, under-skin blue to vein-cut red
Gushing
Gauzed over
Scabbed
Never completely shut
For years.
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And the scar is still there.
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The hard truths are just gonna go unsaid
They’ve settled in, fluffed up big pillows on the bed
Vacated the connection between us, that barest of threads
The dot and dash carrier of our Morse code transmissions
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The hard truths are just gonna go unsaid
Sealed off in a vacuous void
Pretending to be happy
Playing house upstairs
All the while
Scratching away
At the underside of the keloid
//\\ © 2025 Canute Limarider: All Rights Reserved
About the Creator
Canute Limarider
I'm a writer, cyclist, bassist, reader, retired USAF pilot w/ 3 masters' degrees & a $5 spot. With the latter, I can easily afford a 12 oz. coffee. Woot! Woot!
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