detective Ego

well played, diana!
i’d just begun to return
from a place where you could trust no one,
when my back was once again pierced
by the dagger blade of too silent fingers.
though I’d felt it coming
as surely as the Gypsy’s demise
I mistakenly mistook my own self for no one,
so that I could not trust even my own gut
: a severe paralysis of the catastrophic sort.
Fine form, diana!
i’ll have to stay a bit longer
in this land, Omission of Truths
as my new found humiliation requires tending,
and my defenses are so admittedly weak
providing no safety from the heart’s marauders.
i am given to confess
that my heart isn’t in it;
this game of spy vs. spy for understanding.