River of Truth, Bridge of Lies

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She closed her eyes,
closed her senses.
It was too late,
too late to un-hear
the tension
where tension oughtn't have been.

His rigid smile
strained to build a bridge,
to span the truth
with fabrication,
her heart wanting to believe
the illusion.

A fault
trembled beneath her feet,
a reminder that
his words were spoken,
her trust was broken,
her self-respect was secure.

©September 2017, July 2021
Christina Anne Hawthorne

About Christina Anne Hawthorne

Alive and well in the Rocky Mountains. I'm a fantasy writer who also dabbles in poetry, short stories, and map making. My Ontyre tales are an alternative fantasy experience, the stories rich in mystery, adventure, and romance. Alternative fantasy? Not quite steampunk. Not quite gothic. In truth, the real magic is in those who discover what's within.
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