With quill in hand,
he wrote to his sibling,
“My dear sister, I have awoken to a being
of terrible fear and anguish.
I know not of how to rid it,
and I require your assistance.”
He could not remember
the last time he told the truth.
But oddly enough, he could see
when others were lying.
When they spoke, white light spewed
from their mouths;
the light of lies, yet somehow harmless.
But when he spoke, he felt
dripping from his mouth.
Now, looking out the window
he saw his friend, covered in the daily paper on the street.
no, friend no longer
He had assured his wealth and happiness
But he knew that wasn’t true, he had no such items
and ooze trickled his face.
For now, his friend lay solemnly
Blamed upon himself.
But when he wrote his sister.
There was no ooze
No lie in sight
The being he saw was in the mirror
with black ooze draining its mouth.