a fork-ed tongue

i've accused him of this crime

but who am i to hold him liable?

me, my own suspect prime

my own convictions, disgustingly pliable

yes, he weilds a fork-ed tongue,

and just like he, i'll fall from highest ladder rung

so much pain he brought on me, but also his facade & lies —

his deceit, scar smattered conscience, & innocent guise

everything he did to me... i thought i knew

all these years later i find old scars are new

~ in memory of my father ~