The tiny girl pretends to sleep.
So quietly, she’s hiding.
If I told the truth today,
you’d tell them, I was lying.
If I said I’m sorry,
would it change the way I taste?
Could you swallow me more easily,
if a smile was on my face?
Did I lean too hard on you?
Your conscience, dented slightly.
I promise later I’ll be quiet.
I’ll hurt, much more politely.