honesty

my guts are heaving

churning, screaming

from all the poison

i’ve been bleeding

i don’t wanna keep

on regurgitating

so answer me this,

absolve me within:

if honesty was a

virtue, then why

do my guts act like

it’s a mortal sin?

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