his wrongs are the dead skin of corpses

the liar is still lying
so full of himself 
he can't see the cards laid bare
​
while I use divination
he covers himself in half truths
hides in a corner
hoping no will notice
he is scared

I have become used to
everything falling away
at night I commune with the stars

close my eyes and remember
everything he did to me
the pain that seemed never ending
is reversing
in this candle light
I ask the universe to make things right

his wrongs are the dead skin of corpses
his words are vinegar on wounds

as our daughter weeds through
his lies to find out who she is
I keep pulling at his barbed wire roots
​to make sure
she won't get stuck  like I did

I part the clouds
to reveal the moon for me
and the sun for my daughter

tonight
I summon the red lightning
to cast out the man
​who silenced us