Creative writing – Page 48 – A (wise) man of two faces

Phobetor

A goldfish squirrel
riding a furry falcon…?
I must be dreaming.

Please, don’t look at me.
I’m so loathsome to behold;
I am a monster.

Yes, you will age
with every turn of the page
but do so with grace
and a smile on your face
and they’ll call you, “Sage.”

I guess I’ve always
feared people would look too deep
and see what I am.

It writhes inside me,
blacker than the Devil’s hooves,
looking for release.

Love takes great courage,
we relax and show others
our failures and scars.

These accursed butterflies
fill my stomach up with lies;
they say to hold her tight
not tomorrow, but tonight –
desperation crystallized.

I want
to hear you say,
not say but shout instead
from the rooftops for all to hear,
my name.

We all like to tease,
those we love the most, perhaps
to see if they’ll stay.

In the worst moments,
I believe the terrible
things my heart tells me.