The Art of Telling Lies

This is a given title poem that I think can be about any relationship. Friend, lover, politician (I have a better one for that posting tomorrow).

The Art of Telling Lies

lie to me, there is an
art to the decay on your
expendable soul

blush behind your hand
twist- wring out
your finger-tips

squeeze the lie from
washcloth knuckles-
flexible-malleable-clean.

snap the bones of your spine
in place, hold the weight
of the lie on your tongue.

candy coated promises sweet
poison on taste buds
rot your breath,
pull the veneers- smile-

pockmarks plague the
perfectly polished
mask you wear

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