The lies spill effortlessly out of your mouth
creating a noisome, foul odored puddle of bull
where it seethes and bubbles
and eats through the floor of trust
I once had for you.
Your heart beats noisily
thumping boisterously through your chest
producing ripples of panic and guilt
drowning out the last thoughts of hope
I once had for us.
Clenched teeth hold back chaotic tears
grinding on the enamel of hysteria and rage
exposing the dark cavity of repulsion
Crushing the last bit of sanity
I once had.
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