messages jumbled in soap

In this particular moment of truth, I must admit -
I am not TRUE to myself.

Who is it that said, above all things - even love - give me truth....

roots.

Sweet songs of evil breath
whisper
consume me
What is My bird of passage?
Do I have one?
written words on water
that-make-me-flow

Master, sit above me

The smell of blood is
on
my
hands

self-serving
reaching
out of reach
Ink is smudged

Give me away.

give me to truth... give truth to me.