Toturess
She smiled at them
That conniving little deceit
As she walked through the halls
Playing the helpless innocent
To everyone she meets
With scars for proof
And half-true stories
To make them all believe
The lies she breathed
All but one knew the truth
Of her torturous ways
And pain-causing says
All but one experienced and tasted
The receiving end of the stake
The evidence of defense and fear
Outlines the deceit's skin
The torturous says
Forever etched into the receiver's mind
But even though befriending silence
Might have its price
It's worth not having to reveal
The deceit's dark eyes.
-(m.s)
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