"Outlive your lies" - her voice laced with repugnance and defective light
A catechism of our homing impulse
Aversive by design
Accursed teeth of honesty flash in a vitriolic grin of defeat
All I've written feels like straws in the wind of nostalgic grief
"You can't cure a happy childhood
But you can trick the disease
Through competitive scarring - it's fine
You're happy to go"