An end to a lie.

Twisted, tangled and entwined,

tattered threads woven, a cloak of lies.

Fringing and fraying along the edges,

tearing and torn and ragged at the seams.

Ruptured and ripped and shredding apart,

slitting and splitting every weakening stitch.

A single tug lightly, of a slack loosened string,

it all unravels.

An end to a lie

and it’s wake of deceit.