Speaking of Lies

I caught word of disturbing whispers
walking through a ghost town.
Their wandering eyes itched their tongues.
The devil speaks behind my back,
stabbing the plans we made
with murderous intentions
under cover of darkness
with a bitter taste
in our uniquely unambiguous advice.
People talked all about it,
all about us.
They claim you fucked me to death.
And that, I’m a ghost.

(© 2022 AC)

(WattpadAmazon Kindle.)

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