You Lie

Show me how you lie -
you're getting
better
at it
all
the
time.
You spun your way out,
while strapping me in.
You ride your
filthy
tongue
away from the
damage
you caused,
while I am
stuck
here,
with all these
holes
that you poked into me.
I seared them closed
with red-hot
angry
blisters.
But the infection within
- memories
I wish I could forget -
are
paining
me.