Exposed

Should every umbrella

become ripped into shreds

until we truly saw

what was so fragile

spread over our minds

its light would so terrify,

so utterly burn the reality

into our truth

so we couldn’t claw or grasp again

without knowing its consequences.

 

Because all the pain and joy

from our past

would no longer hide,

like villains and mistresses,

only in the night.