A Lie Slipping From Sticky Throats Poem by Abby Koning

A Lie Slipping From Sticky Throats



…a lie slipping from sticky throats
across lucid tongues
exiting through pursed lips

tripping and sliding through rainy street
to plague the lonely traveller
who walks with bent head and
downcast
eyes

splashing in puddles
wading through piles of garbage
that smell of flies and deceit

playfully it romps
digging into the traveller’s neck
and his vulnerable
mind

the brim of his hat does not deflect
the falling rain
or the slippery lie

his galoshes lay haphazardly in a faraway
ditch
raincoat neglected in some remote alleyway
(he never bothered to carry a walking stick)

his useless hat
he tosses into the streets
to be picked up by someone
still possessing the luxury
of naivety

head tipped back
tongue extended
he opens his mouth and catches the drops
(how bitter they taste
how sweet!)

and the lie enters through his lips
slides around on his tongue
makes its progress to the back
of his throat

and as he swallows
he whispers
i have betrayed them all

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