A lie.
A lie is an Untruth, not So or Being.
You intently shove a sweet venom of these fiends down my throat
as if jabbing my untrusting mouth with a scalding poker.

It burns, oh it burns, and blisters the flesh of my esophagus,
bleeding and searing the tender flesh.
It tears open and the lies drip down, cascading past the muscles of my throat and collecting around my heart.

There the lies fester.
The larvae of falsities wriggle deep, creating cavities of uncertainty deep within my soul.
So now…
Even the obvious is doubtful.

And I can no longer believe in fairy tales.