She is a lie

undertheforensicsmicroscope:

An unearthly void

winning the game of pretend

Her careful steps and soothing whispers,

A saintly disguise

If you dare thread her face

you’ll see the unreal sorrow 

and her tears, flavoured with gloom,

a flow of rhythmic agony

Stitching you in slowly

in her tapestry of calumnies.

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