the lies.

Tell the truth or tell nothing.
Secrets build up in my throat,
burning,
aching,
until lies spill from lips like
ashes from cigarettes.
Keep it private,
dirty habit.

Emotions ripple
like ribbons from a child's toy,
but faces remain
emotionless,
cold,
empty.
Mouths move too quick to
catch lies,
like dreamcatchers,
catch nothing.

Untruths become truths,
as you become your
lies.
Uncontrollable,
unstoppable,
earning bruises like badges
in each game you play.
And win,
liar.

Bloody nose,
purple skin,
flowers decaying behind the ear
of a girl
with hopes.