A Hideous Matter

no one wants to look at truth

There is a fickle and festering,
Ominously orbiting
Sphere

Knicked with cracks and imprints
Mold mushrooming from the inside
Out

Smells and moods
Swirling in satire, around the black
Center

That pounding,
Throbbing
Center

We cover so industriously
With shards and scraps of lace and velvet
Embellishment

Fluid perfumes to mask the pungency
Layer by heavy
Layer

The spinning ball grows dense and decorated
Adorned with pretty
Pieces

Here and there
Don't share, don't
Stare

Condence inward
Retreat to your
Shell

Curl up in knots and smother
That ever engorging black
Bulb

What are we hiding?
Whats behind the facade?
5 echoing letters emerge vaguely behind the lies
T-R-U-T-H