A stiletto to your head

Smear away the make up that hides 
your homophobic smiles
Let the performance curtain rise,
red velvet against the blackness of your eyes;
To Reveal and expose the venomous Chorus of your lies.
Unrehearsed lines, improvised cries.
Tears are thicker than the blood splashing from the wounds
you inflict with the sharpness of your tongue.
An audience of one.
Each word stabbing through the air with theatrical precision.
Equilibrium unresolved in this narrative of old.
The fear of the unknown.
( a stiletto is thrown )
exit stage end scene.

Damien Arness-Dalton


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