Lies
Like worms.
Crawling over me, under me, around me.
Whispering in my ear.
Sneaking into my bloodstream, my brain, my stomach, my heart.
Until, I begin to doubt, doubt. Not knowing what is true any longer.
Wriggling black and evil around me.
Truths
"The truth shall prevail" says the old proverb, and it does.
It slowly unfolds, piece by piece, but intangible like a fine mist.
The mist covers the worms of lies, erodes them and they melt away, but they leave empty spaces.
Holes where they once were.
Painful gaps.
The truth hurts.
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