Poetry

Daily Prompt: Fraud

Your intended deception to assassinate my character

Was the hell I’ve always witnessed

But I said it would never be meYou guided my hands to draw flaws in my skin

I was in mourning

The unjustifiable carvings on my back side left excruciating pain

Every time I would ask could you see the inflictions and the perpetrator

But you said you could never see

With an arch in my back I fell to my own desolation

Alone and isolated

Until I stood for mercy in my pain

Searched for my own reflection to read the story I bore on my back

In hindsight I realized your fraudulence

via Daily Prompt: Fraud

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