the air is sickeningly sweet
the taste burns my tongue
the people overly joyous
smiles once represented content
now they’re a mask,
a facade
hiding what lurks beneath
the phrase
i love you
used to be given out with caution,
meaning
now the words slap me in the face
the birds tweet their gentle melody
harmonies washing over me
drowning
i’m drowning in their tune
still,
smiles
sharp simister smile...
