We Lie Close

We Lie Close

Close to the truth,
we lie together,
deceiving ourselves,
grasping at the straws
that make up our bed,
knowing the end is near,
neither of us willing to face it.

This poem is my response to Twiglet #212 from Misky, the twiglet of inspiration being “we lie close.” There isn’t any reason for my two most recent poems to have taken a dark turn, but that’s how they came out.