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But the lies we live
Will always be confessed
In the stones that we tell
Rich, embroidered, fabricated
Pieces of evidence, broken
And sharply scattered about the house
Invisible cracks and wedges
Spread out across the coffee table
Can the guests see when they come to visit
Or packed into your briefcase every day
Jagged from my purse
We cut our teeth and bleed
On the pieces of love shattered, broken, scorned

Laurie Milovanovic is a writer-editor at Bonjour Communications and is completing her B.A. in Communication at the University of Ottawa. She is inspired by changes in light and unusual occurrences of all kinds.

I See a Darkness

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