the ruthless truth

the ruthless truth
note to self

you’ve added flavor here
“ruthless,” you know that—
truth is not warm or safe
it’s raw and piercing
you bleed crimson
stones turn to dust
and stars collapse
only consciousness remains—
in fact, that’s all there is
like magnetic north
an inexorable pull
you choose truth

2022 ©Amrita Skye Blaine
I’m writing a poem a day. These are drafts—not final versions.

I welcome comments and discussion!

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