You are a LiarbyWillow Rain©
I listen to her story,
and my heart bleeds black ink.
More of your lies
letter themselves into the history
as useless as black beetles on the page.
I withdraw from the scuttle of your painful choices.
Your lies are dark, small and mean.
I wonder that there is anything left
to deplete in me
when it comes to you.
are coated with dust,
decrepit with age,
I don't understand why they prick me,
finding pain to dip into
as I write
one more reason
why I must keep far away from you.