Lies

She is breathing calmly. All the while fighting. Unraveling. Spiraling down a darkened passage way. There is no hope of returning. Does she want to? The journey back could be perilous. Her heart beats in silent agreement; perhaps it is time. But the haze, a lovely visual, is in fact obscuring her view. For the haze is from love, a mask he hands over when he speaks; thus frivolous and palpable. Love was her support, her all, her own. Her own. One singular soul, trapped, caught, within two bodies. Forever bonding the two; forever creating a new depth of companionship. One lie. Such a small word, three letters in actuality. Not candidly a lie, more of an unspoken deception. Sweet deception. How you create ruinous chaos. Regret for what has become is a foolish endeavor, one in which she refuses to embark on. And how my sweet, she remarks, did you expect me to not learn of this? Evidently, for this equation he has no simplified answer; no three letter word. But four letters, yes. Lies. Written by: Alison Malee