liars love the moon
and their worst lie
is the one they tell themselves
that it will love them back
or
that it even could.
it will slowly drive them mad
and in the end can make them
drink and
drown themselves,
shoes left neatly on the sand
in the pale light.
(for Carole Landis)
I can see those shoes on the sand - such a perfect image with which to close the poem.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful! Love this, Shay👌🏼 That image of the shoes is the perfect image to end with.
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