Poker Face

his familiar face…earnest, free of artifice
or perhaps cunningly cloaked instead
constructs expressions conveying love and sincerity
and I’m so easily led

and his smile…warm and pious and bright
could effortlessly pull me under
choppy waves of helplessness, hopelessness
and tear my heart asunder

if I dare gaze deep into his inscrutable eyes
just what will I see…
true love and honesty and loyalty
or trust’s death looking back at me

I wonder…

if I strip the skin from his poker face
tear off his smiling lips
pluck out his beguiling eyes
until all that’s left is bone and blood’s drip

what would I find…

©️2020 KT Workman

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KT Workman

KT Workman grew up in the rural South without the benefit of cell phones or the Internet, a time and place that has heavily influenced her writing. To this day, when she puts pen to paper—or fingers to keyboard—nine times out of ten her mind veers south onto that old, familiar road. It goes home. KT resides in Arkansas where she writes a wide variety of gothic and speculative fiction, and dabbles in poetry.

20 thoughts on “Poker Face”

  1. Okay…

    Love the structure of this, the back-and-forth between two possibilities. The warm and cold interplay, cautiously romantic, until bloody end.

    Again, you and your endings! Reading you always gives me a jolt.

    Love “trust’s death.”

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    1. What a nice compliment. I love giving jolts!
      Trust is a hard one for me. Truth be told, the only people I’ve trusted for quite a few years are my parents, and they are long gone from this old, sick Earth.

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