“Do Unto Others” by clb

I lie on my stomach and you
run your fingers down my bare back.
Double-edged razors leaving trails of blood.

You lie to me with smiles and far off gazes
every movement echoing through hollow sincerity.
The scab torn from the wound exposing raw flesh.

We lie facing our own cold, skyscraper walls
our thoughts different yet very much the same.
Acid rain coursing down each cheek.

I lie to you with false hope and comfort
rubbing the tension from your shoulders.
Massaging poisoned oil into you soul.

You lie with her and I with him
each waiting impatiently for stolen moments.
Digging graves with our lies to lie in.