Charmed Chaos
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In Vino Veritas
The sacred truth, now broken as lies spill from his lips
his tongue blood-red and thick with the stain of wine
the fact checker of the vine on which the falsehoods trip
but she cares not that he lies for he is nothing but a pawn
a body to warm her lonely thighs until the morning comes
and now, in dawn’s broken light, as he turns and sighs, I love you
she recognizes the untruth that spills from his morning eyes
as the room fills with the sound of a thousand buzzing flies
feasting on the dinner from the night before as naked, she slips
from the sullied bed opens wide the balcony doors
and with one look back, she soars.
©2018 Linda Lee Lyberg
Author’s note: My muse took a dark turn with this piece.
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It’s when we don’t care that we are free to leave. I always felt beholden, but is that love? I always worked toward preservation, but that may be an archivist’s tool, not love’s. And what I rejoice in here is the strength of the one who leaves.
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Thank you. Your observations are so beautiful. I truly appreciate your comments.
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Never expected this finale from you. Haunting as it is beautiful.
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I know. It came out of nowhere. Thank you Andrew.
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That is a spectacular ending……..first the unexpected flies, and then her stepping out and soaring. Quite wonderful. I am hoping she flew and didnt fall to the ground below!
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Thank you, I’m so happy you enjoyed it. That’s my hope as well.
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Take that turn more often. ☺❤
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I am but the messenger- lol. 💛😊🙏🏻
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Didnt like the macabre shift
Much♥️love
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Thank you for the feedback. My belief is that she found her wings and flew.
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Intriguing close… but I see the flying away as a metaphor.
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Yes, it’s all in the perception of the reader. Thank you. I admire your works.
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Thank you.
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I think your muse should take you there again! Excellent!! 💕
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Thank you!
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Thank YOU for letting her have her say 😉
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Haha! 😊
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I enjoyed your dark poem of drunken truth, Linda! Two lines stand out for me:
‘his tongue blood-red and thick with the stain of wine
the fact checker of the vine on which the falsehoods trip’,
and I love the way the table is turned.
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Thanks Kim! I appreciate your kind words.
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Once you start lying you fail to recognise the truth even when it is told to you. Truth alone in this case does so and flies away as she is no longer valued.
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Thank you! What a fabulous thought. And thanks for stopping by.
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Delightful!!
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Thank you.
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This is wonderful. I am glad you left the end open to interpretation.
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Thank you. I appreciate your kind words.
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Some truths are hard, sad and also courage giving just like life itself. Nice.
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Yes, so true. Thank you Sumana.
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