anselia

Exposure

The cake was a lie, now I''m having pie.

That morning, I kept beneath the covers, a cloak of deception devised by my fears. I've been deceiving myself for all this time, she just wrapped herself around the little nothing place I crafted to mislead my own sanity. Bedazzling the truth until that someone pulled the covers, shifting nothing into something..

I already noticed she was the only thing that could fill the void she left and after the unveiling I saw the truth; That moment of bliss was painted on the dome of my psyche. The cake was a lie, now I'm having pie. And the pie is real.