The colour of a lie is devastating amber;
it towers and casts a shadow above everything that’s pure—
the dead won’t wake
their eyes tightly shut and tongues disbudded as carnations;
a lie cuts through an unsteady substructure,
and I wonder if they can hear from below the ground?
It continues to swirl around,
to exist as bad apples excuse— can you feel its touch?
Its icy beginnings
and peppered endings have more than a bite to them;
they shut out the light of reason.
A lie is a world reduced to ash, pebble and shattered warmth;
yet, it’s beautiful and well thought out.
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Skylover Wordlist: Lie 💝
Posted for Play It Again @ Real Toads