Solving Word Crimes - 1. Chapter 1

I’ve walked through Liminal spaces where time forgets names,
Where truths wear disguises and secrets play games.
Where Fledgling liars learn fast how to fly,
Then fall just as quick when their alibis die.

Been Busted by lovers, framed by a mime,
Accused by a cactus, acquitted in rhyme.
I once found a clue I was certain I lacked,
“Well, This Happened,” I said. The case? Now cracked.

Angel Keeps a Secret, so I knew not to trust,
With lips like a prayer and morals like dust.
The number Thirteen was inked on his chest,
I never asked why, only wished him the best.

I saw Septima’s Potential deep in the archives of doubt.
She offered me truth, then edited out.
Said “Carpe Veritas, but redact the excess,”
Then handed me notes I used with success.

I’ve chased Thetis down through back-alley bars,
Had me Four Hours deep and praying to stars.
I’ve interrogated a parrot, done What It Takes,
No Doubt About It, I knew the real stakes.

I’ve danced at The Reunion, faked my own wake,
Bit into The Rainbow’s Unicorn cake.
I’ve followed Green Lightning through fever-dream skies,
While dodging a Family Secret and government spies.

I’ve drifted Adrift, with my thoughts running thin,
Solved A Chorus Director’s Dilemma: his violin.
He begged me to help, I said, “I’m on the case.”
His group sang along as I gave the thief chase.

I’ve seen saints Unmasked, and villains play fair,
And won The Case of the Scallopini-ed Mayor.
I once took a call from beyond the pale line,
“My Dead Ex Is Haunting Me Through Grindr this time.”

And I’ve whispered to shadows, when silence felt thick,
"Can I Tell Ya a Secret? Just one, I’ll be quick."
Now that you’ve read all that I’ve seen,
Exposing My Own Reality shows the dirt that I clean.

It ain’t all that pretty, and most of it stinks,
But justice has a taste, and I drink what it drinks.
See, secrets are currency, trust is a crime.
So I deal in the dark and rhyme every time.