Bellyful of Lies

When your belly is heavy with lies
you succumb your legs to slither instead.

You may dust a glow of honesty lightly upon your cheeks
powdering the cracks,
treacherously – some might say.
Overused insta-filter.

You may slick your hair with spittle of venom
so from afar it gleams – glossy and grand.
Claim you're a natural blonde
as you sashay through life
chewing off white mice
skinning them for a platinum weave.

At home, alone, you drown yourself
soaking in bubbling bitterness
scrubbing at your sooty stomach,
popped and protruding
making it harder for you to haul
your bellyful of lies.