Blind Spot

He was the blind spot,

To my sensibility.
Gathering joy, from
Fuelling my insecurity.
He was Lying on his back,
Lying to my face.
An absolute,
Absence of integrity.

He told me,
Stars shone as bright
As my eyes.
Which was as true,
As his lies.

But his grip was too tight.

My mum was right.

By: Rachel Dunn

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