Before she was born
A long boney finger
On a long boney arm
Pointed at her mother's stomach
Pronouncing a curse
She flipped inside her mother
Three times
She took her thumb from her mouth
And gave a piercing cry
That shook her conscience
Until it dissolved
As she grew she was clever
In the way a malefactor is clever
When she opened her mouth
Their was no sign from her voice
Or her body that each and every
Word was a lie
That invisible toggle switch
In her brain no longer existed
She learned quickly how to pit
People against other people
And how to play them in her desired positions
In her twisted chess game
When she met me
She no longer knew what the truth was
Or even could be
There was nothing to compare
What she thought, said, and did against
Except the conscience that wasn't there
If push came to shove
She had learned her craft well enough
That she could say and do good
But it took its toll
When she left me
She had burned all her bridges
And killed all the gatekeepers
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