Emma Jane Brassington
Anthropologist turned Artist, Film Maker,
An Addict just Lied
An addict just lied
Just lied through their teeth
They had no teeth.
An addict just lied
If the addict had two front teeth-
Then they lied straight through them
But, lips parted, revealing a dark brown whole.
Words rolled off a tounge
Whistling through gaps of the teeth
Out into the air
Reverberating around a piss smelling corridor.
Lies bounced around the corridor:
Hoping to ring in the ears of the listener
Hoping to pull on the strings of a heart
The addict just lied.
Words pouring out through gaps in the mouth
Bouncing off concreted walls
Piss covered floors
Words stank of lies
But truth of desperation lay told by eyes.
Doors open,
Boxes close
In hope they heard the click of footsteps
Andd in hope they hoped:
That the sound would quieten as they moved further away
Hold your breath in hope
they held
the breath they inhaled and with it they hoped.
Door opened,
The click of shoes carried a presence
They sounded and clicked
But they did not quieten and they did not go away.
Instead they pulled closer.
Shifting from foot to foot, moving towards them.
The light from the door shone upon her,
Illuminated ginger locks that fell around her,
Locks framing a freckled face- used to define her,
The light from the door jumped to her locks, the locks that framed a freckled face, a face that looked up, lips parting to reveal a dark brown whole.
As lies flowed out truth set in her eyes.