The Conman’s Threads
An Etheree on Duplicity
When does the con artist in us appear? - Michelle Liew
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His
lie- threads
Smooth, seamless.
Words silken flow
Rest their nagging fears,
Boosting their misplaced trust.
Taste of their thanks sweetens his tongue.
They think they’re scot free, he feels he’s won.
Too late, ripping hooks tear through his thick skin.
About the Creator
Michelle Liew Tsui-Lin
Hi, i am an English Language teacher cum freelance writer with a taste for pets, prose and poetry. When I'm not writing my heart out, I'm playing with my three dogs, Zorra, Cloudy and Snowball.
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Comments (8)
Oooo, that last line was my favourite hehehehehe
Very good, your words captured my attention and put me in deep thought. Love it.
Here lies our servitude to society. Lovely writing.
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Very nice
Wow, this is so good!!
Hope the hooks do their worst
Oo, that last line is super dark, Michelle!
Very nicely done Michelle. 🤗