Kevin Bacon on the TV screen, slowly removing
the white bandages
unveiling the void beneath…
“Can we talk?”
I lower the volume yet the words still
bleed through from behind me as I face
the man I trust,
who speaks words I find hard to hear
hard to understand
Words revealing the empty promise
which I once thought was truth.
My mind fluctuates between
fiction and fact
gifting me a degree of separation
to save my sanity,
slow my reaction,
stay the jerk of my knee,
as the facade of my marriage is uncovered.
Hollow beneath the blanket of
my love, my trust, our contract.
Each lie brought to the surface,
emerging from the wrapping of deceit.
Each lie stripping my belief
of my life, our life, his honour.
I became something else in those moments,
burying my self beneath layer after layer of safety.
Disappearing into a cocoon fashioned from
Residing inside a self-created cloak of invisibility, waiting.
And I still haven’t seen how the movie ended.