They All Know

 

They all know

It’s all screaming in my face

They say the mirror never lies

But the words do.

It’s venom.

It’s the air we breathe,

It’s the whispers,

It’s the pedestals,

It’s the stares.

Why? 

They all ask

but they know.

Another sticked tossed in the fire

Another cut to the skin

Another papercut

Another domino hit

Another stone cast.

They asked what happened,

But they’re the ones holding

The bloody knife