The most deceitful of facial expressions,
It stands at the gate of the face like a sentry,
Guarding malicious thoughts that wait in ambush,
If only to their thoughts we were granted entry,
Sharpened on the assassin’s stone,
The preferred tool of betrayal for traitors,
It disarms you, and when caution has flown,
It plunges into the softest parts of you,
Shredding your essence,
Leaving a ghost of your former self.
Painlessly it slipped between my ribs,
Tickled my fleshy heart,
Only then did it sink its fangs into me,
Et tu, Brute!!
As I lay bleeding,
I stared at its beauty, still mesmerized.
The cosmetic with which malevolence is hidden,
It paints beauty and draws us in,
And even in our pain we still trust its innocence.
It is the camouflage that the Judases wear.
*****June 15, 2012*****