2 – Lovers

From the Numbered Collection

I tell little lies to my lover
Everyday. White lies of contentment
As if I am not angry without reason
Solemn without prompt or explanation

He will soon see through my deceit
And when he peels back
A layer of chapped, broken skin
I will be drowning

© Ama Akoto (2018)

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