Those Liars


greed and envy

twin whores standing

underneath the forbidden fruit

polishing a single plumfleshed orb

until it reflected

our blueblackgreenbrown eyes back to us.

we stared into this mirror–

into our unspoken wants

like  sea monsters lurking down

below the ocean’s perpetual tide

tugged by the marionette puppeteer, the moon

(another silver tongued liar)

we plug our ears to the quiet voice whispering–


and grasp, bite, see

those whores cackling at naked bodies.


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  • Veronica Monique

    I love this poem.