What if the lie was itself a lie? My response to a prompt.
|What if for once you didn't lie. Still the swagger. Banish the bravado. Gag the glib and its guile. Shrug off your cloak of nonchalance. What if pretense prevaricated? Feeble, fickle façade; two-way mirror of distortion, illusion, sleight of hand, misdirection. What if the charade shimmers, shape-shifts? What if the delusion dances, taunts? What if for once you didn't lie.|