A beautiful lie.
She lied because the truth was a horror upon which she couldn't bear to reflect; she'd been alone all this time, speaking only to the voices inside her head, telling them lies about who she was, about what the world was, about happiness, about existing in anything but a dystopian hellscape. It was a beautiful lie.
Mercury Rising
She lied to herself
Until it became truth.
Bottled up the rage
Pretended she wasn't deranged...
But words on twisted tongues
have an insidious way
Of exposing themselves
When one least expects it.
She lies
Justifies
In her reflection
Stares into the hollow sockets
Of her tunnel vision.
Tries to find something
In her eyes,
That resembles anything familiar
Or human.
Searches for the secrets
Buried in the deep.
The gridlock sets in,
The iron gate lowers itself,
And the chance is gone
To know herself.
Boundaries sets in place,
An invisible barometer guages
The danger of the pressure.
Never Nude
She lied long and boisterous while the enraptured crowd watched on...
She ordered drinks for every one, and became a homespun treasure...
They inherited her deception, and very soon her lie was ripe!...
It transformed into a lounge act in which the ambiguous dancer would hike her dress,
and remove a stately shoe and stocking in an effort to confess...
Within this confession there was more betrayal enclosed within the strip...
She was like a Russian tea doll!...
All she had left was to sell her story to Hollywood!...
But it was too late, the town had become the liars now, they had held her in such
high regard...
Each listener had become a stripper that would never show their cards...
Like fools at an orgy they were playing poker in the dark
with something most sinister, and as the strip tease continued on...
A menacing music played, as the dancers removed more clothing...
Ah, but there were masks beneath each bow!...
So they were never truly nude at all, it was always one huge show!...
Imagine the deception!...They lived inside a world so bleak!...
Because they never knew their own proportions...
Their symmetry remained within a teapot never steeped...
That was where the woman tricked them; she stole their souls without remorse...
To be taught such treachery is fatal...
To have dealt the contagious guile was even worse...
2/23/23
Bunny Villaire
For Better or Worse
She lied best when swearing the truth
She lay best in her fountain of youth
Lying and laying, pining and supine
She did it designing all the time she was mine
Now, not looking so truthful when lying
No longer youthful, even when trying
Lying and laying, youthful or not
She may not be mine, but I'm all she's got
bittersweet
she lied,
but i let her do it,
preferred the allure of dishonesty
to the bitterness of truth—
her love, however false,
was the motivator
behind every good night's sleep,
every moment of rest,
every sigh of contentment,
every smile—
it was all a product of her lies,
and i preferred it to the devastation
that would come with the truth.