Twisted words form smokey shadows
Long drags of lies manipulate
The time
The words
The tears
Into shining objects of merit
Boy scout badges sewn into stretched skin with red thread
Layer upon layer
Keep stretching your skin
How tight can it go?
The elasticity about to snap back to place
To reward the nerves with a sting of crimson guilt.

Transfixed with perfection
Sew the pieces together
Replace the gore with normality

(only to snap again)

And what about the words?
They sit there
Steeping
Brewing
Petrifying
Turning into putrid yellow smoke
Preparing to be exhaled
The result of a new hit of lies.