An Honest Death

Honestly?

The tip of my tongue is slit

Leaving my words to tumble out

With a fresh trail of blood to compliment them.

In all honesty

She watches as it splatters around me

Curving around my smile

Coating my lips

Sticky and slick

Dishonestly

I wipe it with the back of my hand

Blotting my skin

So I cover my hands

And cross my fingers

Buried and hidden underneath the table

Great hostility

Seeps into her gaze

Then seizes her light

as it shrinks from an ocean

to a lake

to a pond

to a puddle

This honestly

Seeps right through my shirt

Bleeds right into my heart

And poisons the person I believed to be true

Call it a casualty

Name it a new beginning

But the real term

is a funeral.