True Story

I repress my memories

I hope to lock it up for centuries

instead I get the images in my head

like a repeated commercial I hate to see

i know you know what i mean

but wait there’s more

is my favorite line

they will use it

till the end of time

I wish it was a crime

because I wouldn’t pay less than a dime

telling the truth is like saying a thousand lies

but your eyes say a million lies

no matter how much you cry

no matter how many times you try

she lifted that hatchet from her hand

it’s as if she had this all planned

she paused

aimed it towards her head

I didn’t have the thought to stop

she took a swing

I couldn’t tell if my mouth dropped

she took another swing

Shit I guess I should call the cops

She took another two or three

Who the fuck is she

her blood was crawling on side of her cheek

she said

look at me

and locked the door

it was only me and her

and that hatchet that fell to the floor

let me out

I forgot how to shout

I didn’t have the thought

that I was born with a mouth