Of bathroom stalls,
Soon becomes testament.
People follow blindly,
False promises dangled in front of them.
Like a shadow in the darkness,
With nothing but a person’s words to say it’s there.
And what are words?
Lies hissed through pointed teeth?
Orders from a king who’s never left his castle?
A traveler who’s never seen earth or sky or sun
Yet the clothes are falling from his back because of them.
A mirage in the distance with promises of water.
Keep walking towards it,
Just a little farther.
Available in The Other Side of the Story.