Liar Something sticky drips from your fingers,
A velvet purple liquid, thick and glistening.
It falls slowly to the warm hardwood floor,
Exploding in bubbles of fragrant lavender.
Your toes are jammed in the harsh mass
As it hardens in sharp layers up your spine.
I pity you deeply, drowning backward in lies,
And I can't remember how the color began.
Something sticky drips from your fingers,