Fed Lies

I told her
to take her cracked
lies and half baked
pies to someone hungry.
I’m past full. Stuffed
ears leaking a rancid
mass of her verbal mess.

Keep it. Repick, unpack
and repackage it for someone
hungry. I’m past it all.
I passed it all with a
bloodline of liars. It runs
through the veins she jabbed.
Each word leaking a new
spew of falsehood she dons
head covered eyes covered lips
smothered in the red stains of
fib hue. Who knew words
could be painted that colour?
Take your cracked pies, half
baked lies and feed them
to someone hungry.
I’m past full.

© LaYinka Sanni, May 2014.

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