Don't Lie to Me

By heartbroken psychosis

 When you ignore the difference 
between "irrational" and "delusional"
and mistake the medicinal thread
in your fingers for indulgence - 
your skin for needpoint's delight,
do you call it insanity?
Do you call it by my name?
Or am I just hiding 
in the crop circles I may have
carved in my sleep?

No one ever did tell me
If I was a butcher or just a bloody artist.

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Copyright 2013 heartbroken psychosis
Published on Friday, May 10, 2013.     Filed under: "Poetry"

Author's Note:

I still don't know.
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  • FadedBlues On Friday, May 10, 2013, FadedBlues (2169)By person wrote:

    ...I see this as a cutter accusing herself. & it's an interesting idiom you present at the end: a butcher might well be considered an 'artist of blood'...

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