“Everything that deceives may be said to enchant.” —Plato
It is the lie’s intention.
Cloak your untruth in something glorious,
something shiny that I’ll really believe.
I do, don’t I?
I believe almost everything you tell me,
and then some.
Maybe there is something to Plato’s edict.
Maybe you are a lying tramp.
More like a black widow.
Spinning a web of lies
so you can suck out souls
to nourish your existence
fed on the lifeblood captured
by the fruit of your tempting deception.
Brenda Warren 2012
NaPoWriMo Day 11, Yes eleven poems in eleven days. I’m rocking it!
No prompt: this was inspired by the recent public break up of a Facebook friend and her girlfriend (and a need to write something for Day 11).