Synesthesia – in the Imaginary Garden
The sound of your
Words made me itchy
Like an old wool blanket
on bare skin
You, the smooth talker,
Can not fool me
I feel the lies that slip
Smoothly through your lips
Lies you think are hidden
Behind a charming smile
9 thoughts on “Liar”
I like how you compare the feeling of being lied to with ” itchy like an old wool blanket on bare skin.”
Just a fabulous opener! Nicely done.
those lies got texture, nice write
Oh, I like that descriptor – itchy. It conveys discomfort and annoyance quite well.
I feel you pain here Candy. You have a chosen a perfect way to describe how it feels to be betrayed by lies.
Some things can’t be dressed up or hidden… regardless of how hard one tries. Good for her.
Yes, lies feel itchy and they get under your skin. And never trust a smooth talker. Nicely done, Candy!
Oh, I love the juxtaposition of the scratchy feel of the smooth talker’s words!
That itchy feel was really well captured…