lies

here's something i wrote in my math journal after witnessing a classmate lie to the teacher. as boredom with the lesson had already set it, i began observing her rather than taking notes (not very constructive, but what can you do?) feedback anyone?

to spit out the words

matching the rhythm of heartbeat

to a system of muttered flaws

choking on the truth still caught in your throat

clasping moist palms to cold surfaces

eyes dart left. eyes dart right.

the air is thick with answers

visible only when tongue trips, pulse races.

heavy limbs move like molasses

through ever-thinning oxygen

a ticking clock that never existed

sounds more like an eminent explosive

time hangs alone in silence.

you do not speak. you do not move.

muscle meets newly dampened lip

a wayward smile, and you are safe.

thought it might somehow tie in to dante. exploring the sin of lying? rather loose connection but i tried.