VERTIGO [?]

I can’t tell if my pulsating eyesight
is vestibular or just angry tunnel vision
compressing in when
my ███ pathologically lies
through their teeth again
no remorse
not then, not now
one white lie today
feels just like the crushing ones
that toppled my ability to trust

some askew ptsd
got me spiraling
got the sky simultaneously
flowing forward and away from me
got the trees howling sideways
like my center of gravity

I don’t want anything from you
except for the honest truth

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Wrote this poem today, figured I’d start sharing my poetry again on the blog. Maybe I’ll even submit it somewhere or publish it myself, like in a zine. Photo of the Cut River Bridge in Michigan, taken on 35mm film with my Zenit-e.