Day 6 and this prompt was actually one I discussed a while ago with another writer, Emory Oakley. It has been one I have gone back to and tweaked my response to since I quite like the idea:
The Lie
He loved me.In the fear and friction of teeth on skin -
fingers grasp against chain,
against leather cuff cutting into
wrist as he moves against me.
He loved me.
In cool twilight mist behind a storm;
sat exhausted, hand in hand on
a double bed never meant for the
two of us to share.
He loved me.
In the morning haze of fog and
cigarette smoke - bird song an aria
of what we'd become in the
witch hours past.
He loved me.
He said the words like a hymn;
reverence in the reverb of his voice
and I could feel it through my body
as I held him tighter.
He loved me...
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