two liars

once there were two liars

sitting across from each other in a

space that neither added to the

conversation which they’d been having,

or took away from it---

they’d been going on for a while &

when the pattern of

deceiving verbal ping-pong

broke, one of them

told the other that they’d been

lying the whole time,

which led the other to believe

that this was also a lie &

that there was truth buried,

probably in every statement

that had been made prior &

it led him/herself to instantly

panic, wondering inside that if

this was the case for the liar which

had come forward, just how much of

the substance of these lies had even

been known?  just how much of

anything said by them had been known

by them in the very saying, to be

lies themselves &

to make matters worse, when the

mirror inside the panicking liar’s

mind was turned towards their own

face, they wondered if

any truths which they’d been trying so

hard to conceal, had somehow seeped

out in between all those statements

which they considered to be lies &

while time had stopped during this

event which to the non-panicking liar

seemed to last only as long as a hiccup,

the panicking liar found themselves to be

hating the act of lying more than

all the words that had been puked out

in that room between them,

that these utterances had meant nothing

without the want, without

the motive to do so.