Monday 22 October 2018

OctPoWriMo 2018! Day 22: betrayed

By creeping up with him to the garret room I borrowed from you,
each year of friendship creaked with every stair.

The neighbour complained about the creaking of the bed, and other noise.

Right away you phoned to
ask me for the truth, and
yes, I lied to you. Did my voice creak with the weight of the lie?

Each year of friendship creaked with every stair. For all my life, I'll wonder how I
dared.

3 comments:

Esther Jones said...

Wow. There's a lot of real emotion in this.

Richa said...

Heartfelt!

Shuku said...

So stark, and so much behind so few words.