The Liar
The first white lie
Falls from her lips.
The first strand of deceit
Like a spiders silken thread,
The web of deception begins to formulate.
One lie leads to another.
Each time she finds it easier,
Believing in her story
And the web evolves.
Each lie creates another filament.
The web getting larger
As the lies grow.
Eventually she traps herself
In her own illusion
The ending is bitter.
23rd March 2017
Copyright © Elizabeth Kinch | Year Posted 2017
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