hidden in the eyelashes
silk and silicone implants
weeds grew in abundance
weedkiller did not work
nor did steam cleaning. washing
down ever
the lies surfaced
through soft tissue face
and the eyes of glass glittered
in abject rage.
done
i was by the justice system
seeking solace in its open arms
winners walk away with
victories of deceit.
stood alone in the dock
waiting for the sunshine
to emerge unscathed
from this battlefield
of deception.
© Marshall Gass. All rights reserved,3 days ago
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