The lie embedded within the confines of my life settles to the bottom of my gut with the same unnerving certainty as a maggot – invested melon — filling me with wiggling insecurities and retched doubts.
My lips seal a putrid gag behind their walls forcing my tongue to marinate inside its own filth. My eyes fill beyond their capacity, threatening to overflow constantly. Just to survive, no eye contact can occur between my soul and another.
The raw, sensitive flesh covering my lie burns red to the touch. But, the truth in my lie seeps through velvet curtains begging to be touched. Even more unnerving than the sickened conditions enveloping this elaborate charade, is the same heavy air and clenching gut brought out by truth.
Crossing the line drawn between honesty and civility is something I cannot do. I will exist with veins of maggots and breath of blow flies before I alter the divinity of civility. I shall treat each individual walking this corpse ridden plane with respect and honor despite the wiggling sensation within my soul to speak the truth to all, no matter the sting.