Punctured

Honesty stepped into the conversation

But she wasn’t spoken

She came under the words

Punctured my pride

Letting the blood of my true prejudices run out

Soaking through my carefully considered clothes choice

And I stared down at the red truth dripping

Half shocked

Half hurt

Fully ashamed at what Honesty had revealed


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