Color in the Lies

Color in your lies–

Promises swept underneath the rug.

Trace the curves of your tongue

And fill the void unfeeling.

Call out a name your nose remembers

And your fingers cannot forget.

Shout again to hear an answer–

An echo, your only friend.

Bite your nails in silent affliction,

All that’s broken may grow again.

Unless…

You’re the end of that nail, discarded.