White Lies

White Lies

Beautiful sets of teeth

lined up like gazelles at the river bank.

Minty smelling white dents but what lies 

underneath: thirsty herds of wildebeest.

Tongues stroking ears; nibbling; sucking;

chewing like grass.

Those hungry white pretty canines, tear 

to the bones; it breaks them like glass, easily.

That's why colours deceive.

When you think you have a golden spoon, thorns 

etch it to brass.

Wrapped up in angelic wings lies 

a demonic visage. 

  

- ad_poet