THe Entropy Of Deception

by Athenamia Kincaid

I know where the rashes came from 

I’ll deny 

And it’ll be easy to deny 

Because I’m the only one who knows the truth 

I met a man 

He saw a woman in me 

Where I was but a dust covered story 

Another would’ve left me on that putrid shelf 

But he did what I never would’ve expected

Every page in me ached to be defiled by a tourmaline glove

If it’s all violent at least let it be true

May his repose lay in my breast

Let him sleep 

Lest he might awake astute 

And find books with all their pages 

My poor baby 

He doesn’t know

I pick at the dust

At the ashes of the pages I’ve burnt 

I believe my cover has deceived 

Fairytales do not lie, herein 

My heart began to beat 

When the blood of the other began to curdle

My voice got pretty after their screeches

Read in between my lines my love 

Fall to your knees at my beauty 

Stand on your toes at my tragedy 

When I finally put the specs together 

Will you hold me tight?

I pray you don’t beseech 

The scabs I’ve grown

To bring me here 

I scratch and I scratch