Micro/-expressions

acute senses can make lollipops lose their wrappers,
exposing the most expert deception
lies squeezed into the tightest corset:
explode and leave a trail of over/-compensation
when you have said too much
it is not time to be silent
for silence will bleed you into the deepest well
the micro, micro, micro expression I have listened to before
it's the lie revealed in expression,
the tormented guilt you send by way of distorted face and
whispered anxiety

your skin did not become orange or yellow or shades of both
your left eyebrow did not lift in anticipation of a successful tale
your hands did not shake
your voice did not crack in moments of over/-exposure

you buzzed like a bee finding nectar to calm your betrayal
such a pathetically beautiful image
such a sad bastard
such a bloody deceased whore...

in my head.