As soon as I told my first lie, I could never go back.
I had to cover up my stories with layers of deceit. Contradictions had to be covered with new inventions, with non-existent friends, with imagined places and timelines that started to look more like a portion of spaghetti.
Lack of truth leaves me with a void remaining from those whispered words from long ago that my lips forget.
What they have kissed, now is soiled, corrupted by my cowardice as I leave in shame.
My road ahead is silent, but the voice inside still taunts me with its tale of how I ceased to act and do what’s right until the day it was too late. I know you have forgotten and found a better man.
Let me waste away with bottled bliss. Faithfully, it’s the only thing to keep me warm.
Today it is time for Prosery at dVerse where we write prose in less or equal 144 words while embedding a line of poetry:
Mish has selected a line from Toni Morrison’s poem “Eve Remembering”:
Lips forget what they have kissed.
I tried to break up the line as usual, but it was a bit difficult.
February 16, 2025
Björn Rudbergs writings 
Aww, the idea of lies becoming tangled like spaghetti is so inventive and I do like the way you broke up the line!
Once you start lying it’s always hard to keep it up.
Bjorn, you had me at the first line. What’s that saying, “one who tells the truth needs no memory.” Luckily the bottle doesn’t care about either.
With enough bottles memories will be lost
You broke the prompt line up really well, Björn, and made your first-person narrator so unlikeable – he deserves the silent road.
Not a nice guy…
so sad the bottled bliss
much love