The Lying Game (Free verse) by PsydewaysTears
Little girls are drawing the word "Loveliness"
Up and down the sides of their faces
But I rather doubt they've even met the poor old thing.
I went to visit her the other day
In the old folks home for forgotten faeries.
She can't speak anymore
But her eyes still twinkle just as gloriously as ever.
I shut off the soap opera on her television
And knelt beside her bed.
She held out her shaking hand
And I clasped mine around her fragile little fingers.
I reassured her that we hadn't all forgotten about her
And that she still did exist in some things
But I think she knew deep down
That I was full of shit.
I didn't want to lie to her
Any more than she wanted to be lied to
But I live in a lying world
Where even the sweetest and most simplest truths
Are still twice baked in convectional ovens of farce-filled fantasy.
I reached into my backpack
And pulled out a daisy-chain-necklace.
She smiled and leaned her head forward
So I could wrap it around her neck.
She picked up a pad of paper that she keeps on her bedside table
And wrote, "Thank you sweetie, they smell lovely!"
In large cursive letters.
I hugged her and told her that she was very welcome
And I stood up to take my leave.
I cracked her window open
And paused in the doorway to blow her a kiss.
As I proceeded towards the exit,
Unnoticeably small tears dribbled down the sides of my cheeks.
It wasn't because I knew that the cancer
Was determined to eat through to her vital organs any day now...
It was because I had spent that entire morning
Super-gluing yellow, white and green construction paper together
Because real daisies don't exist anymore.
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