Lies cut deep like a dull knife
slowly sinking into your back.
Lies are the cold bite of the sharp wind
as it creeps into the crevices of your jacket.
They scar like an open flame held under your hand.
It is the unveiling of a hideous creature
with six foot fangs and claws the size of your head.
It is a beautiful dress being torn to shreds.
It looks like a rock falling into a still lake
disturbing the lake’s peace and tranquility.
It is being lost in the woods at night,
alone and unsure of who is watching you.
It is like a luscious garden being torn away
by invasive weeds, slowly dying.