Surrender of the Rains

 
When did it first shun the mirror?
Are those not it’s eyes
Black bagged blue
Sunken into its skull deep as broken heart treasure
Lost in silent denial?
Clearly it does not lie

The truth
Abandoned
In lieu of a false parable
A fairy tale of “Happy…”
Even after disaster

Oh, how it would like to believe it can end well
With her smiling
Dancing again
Without those fucking red shoes

But, it cuts it off at the throat
She won’t
It chokes
Swallowing the Sword of Truth
Sharp as lake sun rays
In triage after the surrender of the rains