Lie With Me
"Everything will be all right,"
He says as she sobs into his shirt,
Her tiny hand clutches the fabric.
Between sobs he pats her back: rocks her,
Back and forth.
Back and forth.
"No, it won't," she replies,
A cut on her face,
A bruise under her eye.
Between sobs and with her mouth in the nape of his neck,
The words are indistinguishable.
No matter,
Without a beat he answers:
"Everything will be okay."
She's never heard a prettier lie
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