Lying was her new truth.
And she was drowning in it.
The weight of it all.
Made it difficult to breathe sometimes.
She felt her loyalty was just a tattoo
Skin deep, like a quote about love.
But she was helpless to change things.
She was stuck in this generation.
By Sarah ©2017
Image credit ©Phoebe Rudomino
Prompt: Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie, Sunday Writing Prompt, July 30 – surfacing