Pyrite

I sat watching you
peel flakes of
gold paint
from my legs,
stripping me to the
bare insufficiencies.

I guess
I could’ve gotten by,
if you’d never looked
too close.

But as you
swore it was okay
for me to
come into the light,
I saw your
expression change.

I was best left
a shiny mystery
in the dark.

And you won’t admit it,
but I see the
footsteps in your eyes.

-GD Butler

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