Always there

The luckiest creation on the Earth

is wearing truth, like cherished bracelet

her tongue sweet, but sharp

runs wild with the fantasies and lies

a perfect trickstress  in disguise.

She cuts and bleeds, and falls with laughter

and crying in the rage if fancy fits.

She’s cunning and naive disaster

beloved by everyone she meets.

She is not trusting, though

she cannot phantom the wanton gazes

that follow her around.

She is a clumsy crafter

of fortunes that couldn’t voice their sound,

so there’s nothing they could offer

that isn’t wrapped in strings

and guise.

She’s flying solo,

but that is not a real surprise.


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