The Truth That I Suppose I Always Knew, by Louise Connell

The Truth That I Suppose I Always Knew by Louise Connell, released 26 August 2022 What can I do to make this my fault? I'd eat the shrapnel if I thought I built the bomb, I am the bully and the wallflower Bruising blooming on my skin like inkblots on every page I've read And after all it seems that I'm the one who cast shapes on the wall Flickering memories of what I thought amounted to my soul And as the mountains fell The thorny roots dispelled Telling me the truth that I suppose I always knew I was the desert and the island The plane that crashes on the sand in children's dreams I thought that I could be the village Filled with houses filled with guilt And never thinking This is not my fault And after all it seems that I'm the one who cast shapes on the wall Flickering memories of what I thought amounted to my soul And as the mountains fell The thorny roots dispelled Telling me the truth was written on the wall After all it seems that I'm the monster under my own bed Tales your parents told and can't recall that haunt you nonetheless And as the tide drew close The water filled with ghosts Telling me the truth that I had carried all along Telling me the truth that I suppose I always knew