The Echoes Of Her Deceit
She whispered truths she never meant,
each vow a crack in her intent;
the stories tangled, tightening fast,
till even she lost where they went.
Her mirror showed a face downcast,
a haunted look she couldn't mask;
the lies grew teeth she couldn't still,
and every breath became a task.
She felt the world tilt sharp and chill,
her careful web began to spill;
the threads she spun now pulled her down,
a prisoner to her own will.
Yet in the wreckage she had sown,
a fragile truth began to grow;
from shattered words she learned at last,
the cost of lies she used to own.
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