Honesty Didn’t Kill Me by Nolcha Fox

I learned to speak in circles,

twirl in skirts of red deceit.

Truth never bit me on the tongue.

I’d rather shut my body off,

a leaky faucet, watered lye,

than admit a single fault.

Confessions hid beneath

the cribbage board,

a no-man’s-land of holes

and pegs, don’t cross

to adversary lands.

Too many years between

the deed and shrapnel

haunting wounds.

I wound back time

to voice regrets and didn’t die

from honesty, only from

the shame it took so long.

Bio:


Nolcha’s poems have been curated in Lothlorien Poetry Journal, Alien Buddha Zine, Medusa’s Kitchen, and others. Her poetry books are available on Amazon and Dancing Girl Press. Nominee for 2023 Best of The Net. Editor for Open Arts Forum and Chewers & Masticadores. Accidental interviewer/reviewer. Faker of fake news.

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6 thoughts on “Honesty Didn’t Kill Me by Nolcha Fox”

  2. Forcing ourselves, to, keep being, perfect, because we feared, that if we made a, tiny error, we wouldn’t be loved anymore, and, eventually, if we are, lucky enough, we will, learn that our little, imperfections are what made us, unique, which set us aside from, everybody else, and, learn to, love our own selves, regardless of those, tiny, flaws that we may, have.

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