BB Grey–musings

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The Trojan Horse, Revisited

They say a Trojan horse works only once—
unless it’s carved so beautiful
it blinds the guard at the gate.

And you—
you were that beautiful.

I opened the walls,
welcomed you in,
mistook the hollow for holy,
the silence for love.

You studied my blueprints,
found the unguarded doors,
and from your belly spilled
armies of half-truths,
promises sharp as fire.

The gardens burned.
The wells soured.
What was mine became ash.

The horse still stands,
not a gift,
but a monument to forgetting.

I rebuild among ruins,
hands steady,
though they remember
the architecture of betrayal.

And I wonder,
how many horses will I welcome still?
Desire, comfort, ambition, love,
they all arrive gilded,
polished to perfection.

The lesson isn’t that I was fooled,
but that I am human,
and the gates of the heart
were made to open.

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