I see the way my words
could be used –
the possibilities
the eventuals and
the knotted
snarled webs
that start to form.
It’s not as much about the strangers,
but about
those who
wait for
the information
the ammunition
to use…
those who barely even
think they know me
but
twist
everything I say
completely out of context
into
something
I never actually
said.
They are my words,
but not –
inaccurate
and essentially
untrue
by that point.
I see the powerful lies
based on a once-truth
spread
morph
reach their way
into reality
as if they belong there.
But they don’t.