the field, the signal

I flinched because I was fucking, and the truth hit like a sucker punch. I flinched because I begged for a lie. I flinched because I thought I knew the truth. I didn’t — and I did. I flinched because knowing obliges motion. Truth pulls like gravity. I flinched because I saw the truth coming, and I didn’t want to watch. I flinched because witnessing my own undoing felt obscene. I flinched because myth asks a price, and now I’m gonna pay. I flinched, and then I let the truth execute me.