Your lies are jelly beans

I can taste your colorful stories:
Tutti Frutti, Cinammon, Island Punch.

You spew them out
like candy,
to everyone you meet.

At first I am pleased
with their sugary sweetness.

I dance among their surprises;
gambol in their yumminess.

But my cheeks hurt and

my smile is fading,


Your jelly beans are
becoming stale.

I am surrounded by their
sticky flatness,
setting in my teeth.

I can taste the artificial
flavor lingering unpleasantly.

You say it’s just me,
but I know their
delight sickens.

I am sick to my stomach.

I ask what your secrets are,
where you’ve hidden the real flavors.

I search for you
among the dizzying colors

Finding only what you hand me:
more jelly beans