Tuesday, November 29, 2011

Askew

A lie nearby
can sometimes be felt
when instinct warily recoils.
Gut twists in response
to an unseen prompt
that wrecks peace as it roils.
Something obscure,
something unsaid
left swirling in the air,
the churning waters in its wake
mute proof it had been there.

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