This is artwork and a poem about lying; namely, my own pattern of lying for temporary approval / avoiding judgment.
The Poem: Week of the Lies
Drip-
ping
out
little
un-
truths
across
the
floor
like
blood
from
micro-
scopic
paper
cuts.
Each
tiny
fib
a tell-
tale
testimony,
a costly
circle
of
counterfeit
safety
around
one
terrifying
truth:
I am
who
I am.