CANDID

truth washes her face

in the kitchen sink

she doesn't cover her nature

with clothes or consolation

the blameless blind are spared

but she carries salt in her pockets

for the wounds of the willfully ignorant

truth burns and breaks and breathes life

into the darkest corners of your perception

the most carefully crafted deception

doesn't stand a chance

against the blaze in her switchblade eyes

every foreign tongue you take into your mouth has known her

she cuts through the flavours

of each new stranger's speech

and it always tastes the same 

bitter

and familar.