Surbiton High School

Rusty Truth



They say they’re giving it to me straight. Black and white. The cold hard truth. They are wrong. Truth is spiky, barbs of wire that jab you with every word that they say, truth is not cold, it’s hot a scorching tongue singeing hot, the kind of heat that incinerates every syllable that they say, nervously stumbling over words as they struggle to get them out of their mouths, unable to stand pure fire. Truth tastes like rust and it pierces your mouth with its sharp points. Truth is every colour, the purple heat of anger, the green …read more