Coystrill

Coystrill

in a web full of entitlement,

thee forswear — resting still,

pretending cater-cousins surround thee,

yet thy lies groweth deep and ill.

thee speaketh of care and kindness,

but the sooth is torn and fray'd.

we knoweth the things thee've did bury,

and the games thee slyly did play.

a coystrill. A snake. A trait'r.

thy mask begins to slip.

we couldst sayeth thee hath given eva the apple—

yond would beest thy script.

a goodyear wrapp'd in conflict,

with threads of false design,

we see thy web unravel,

thy sooth nay longer mine.

i speaketh not just f'r me —

but f'r all the ones thee've did cross.

i shall nev'r forget.

i desire t all is hath lost.

and at which hour the curtain falls,

the ordinary shall knoweth thy scar—

a snake, a traitor,

but most of all…

a coystrill

∘₊✧──────────────────────────✧₊∘

Liar

In a web full of entitlement,

You lie — resting still,

Pretending friends surround you,

Yet your lies grow deep and ill.

You speak of care and kindness,

But the truth is torn and frayed.

We know the things you've buried,

And the games you slyly played.

A liar. A snake. A traitor.

Your mask begins to slip.

We could say you offered Eva the apple—

That would be your script.

A demon wrapped in conflict,

With threads of false design,

We see your web unravel,

Your truth no longer mine.

I speak not just for me —

But for all the ones you've crossed.

I will never forget.

I hope it all is lost.

And when the curtain falls,

The world will know your scar—

A snake, a traitor,

But most of all…

A liar.

#PoemsReview