It was like a current every time she spoke, both electrical and tidal.
Just beneath the surface, just barely out of reach,
Hidden by the sweet, hypnotizing honey of her voice,
A pulsing current of lies.
It grew stronger as time went by, her lies more consuming, more intricate.
Perhaps too intricate even for her.
See, the dam was straining, beginning to crack.
The lies bubbling, escaping to the other side, drenching our field of trust.
And God forgive me, whenever I caught her in a lie,
There would be a fleeting moment when I felt triumphant, before the devastation set in.
Why does she do it?
And why do I stay?
I know soon, maybe sooner than I can foresee, the dam will collapse,
And her lies will flood over me, drowning me, suffocating me.
Killing me.
And as I sit there dying, I will be thinking, over and over again:
Why did I let her do this to me?