‘Truth’
she sighed
looked up
turned her head
held a steely stare
spelt each sound
‘if- I -said- the -truth
you- wouldn’t- be- able -to -bear- it’
and smiled
bitter saccharine
dipped in sarcasm.
The fan blades whirred slowly
the curtains swayed
yes, no, neither
as if trying to look innocent.
Even the lampshades
turned their heads
dull eloquent stares
fixed stead -fastedly on the ceiling.
The evening sky blushed red
the breeze took a break
the room grew on him
stifling what was left
‘Truth!’
he muttered beneath his breath
stamping his foot
his ego
years of upbringing
class and sophistication
suppression of himself
turned and walked away.
Many minutes later
at the dinner table
they sat on either ends
chomping food loudly
talking to shadows
the fan blades
tried their best
to quieten the flame
‘will it implode or explode?’
‘morning will tell’
the night sky smiled.
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