Death in white lies

Should I tell you that the rainbows do not exist….
It is only in our eyes….an illusion, a white lie
I know, your shoulders become heavier
your stomach hurts
a panic attack is in progress
We are constantly victims of such little optical  illusions
little white lies building pedestals for our everyday life
white clouds for the heavens
white for an impossible peace
white for an innocence lost in the very beginning
angels wearing white, obtuse in sharing and reflecting light
more I write, more the panic is whitening my wrists
My pale face is white as a sheet of paper…
white is the dot on the screen marking my heart beat
up and down as he jumps I enter the white corridors
painless, cloudy images of dream
If something is white for real then should be called death
the place vacuumed of any lie…

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