Then the door
swung open.
And everything shifted-
So we were not still,
not sticky with boredom
and little white lies
Anymore.
Our silhouettes were blank
no longer.
We were made up of noise.
We were built out of shame,
and broken china plates,
and little whites lies
Most of all.
Instead of focusing
discontent,
or rendering us clear
when it swung open-
the door shut us closed and
Full to the brim
of each other.
So, after the shouting
and the salt
The laughter was dimmer,
Harder to reckon-
against the sounding crash,
the sharp and shattered glass of
All the small
White lies.
swung open.
And everything shifted-
So we were not still,
not sticky with boredom
and little white lies
Anymore.
Our silhouettes were blank
no longer.
We were made up of noise.
We were built out of shame,
and broken china plates,
and little whites lies
Most of all.
Instead of focusing
discontent,
or rendering us clear
when it swung open-
the door shut us closed and
Full to the brim
of each other.
So, after the shouting
and the salt
The laughter was dimmer,
Harder to reckon-
against the sounding crash,
the sharp and shattered glass of
All the small
White lies.