Circle
Sound explodes around the corner
A web sparkles so brightly on the wall
Every color imaginable
The wall ends at the web
The web is small
But intricate
There are knots
Twists
Loops
And suddenly—
It ends
Everything skews out of order
“It was a small lie” she cries over and over
But to no avail
One lie or
Not
From birth to death
It took her.
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