Lemon
A Poem
i lay out my pain on a silver platter arranging it just so hold it up to the light open palms like vanna white still managing a plastic smile but the light is not a glow it's harsh and unforgiving and it buzzes in my ears i feel like a used car salesman spinning it all into a prize and the lie oozes like oil i transmute the torment under suffocating heat into graphite so i can write away the pain then erase it
