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at first

it was useful

and as humanity progressed

we challenged queried questioned everything

for example

the sky is green

water is dry

god is real

we found all the answers

we found most of the answers

we still do not know the answers

we never will

after the Truth we developed a system

it protects us

it condemns them

truth hurts

lies soothe

time heals

/ to _

liars cannot hide the truth

so we stay silent to hide /

we stay silent to stay _

careless talk costs lives

careless talk costs lies

we check the / everyday

we count their lies

we count their scars

we classify them

us

them

one

the other

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a woman approaches the screening facility

i recognise her from the day before

and the day before that ad infinitum

she steps up to be counted

classified reclassified

her value reassessed

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honest 

liar

i ask her to be sincere

i ask her to be honest

i ask her to tell the truth

i know she will not

no one ever does

i fill in her chart while i count

i start with her name height weight age

aged 29

she gives her answer in careful stilted truth

she gives her answer in a dripping fluid lie

a fresh / oozes deceit

so i add another / to my total

she cannot resist the taste of untruth

she cannot resist the illusion of youth

we all have our comforts

lies we tell to soothe ourselves

for example

i hate my job

the next in line is unusual

her skin is unmarked by white lies half truths fibs

and yet still she stands to be counted

a _ amongst /

with them

not us

i cannot understand

until she faces me

a / begins at her forehead

snakes down her face chest stomach legs toes

a single /

a single lie

a single lie repeated and deepened infinitely

cut healed re cut re healed

barely knitted skin still raw freshly pink

the biggest lie she ever told

she tells again and again

she looks me in the eye

i count

i mark a single / on her chart

i look her in the eye

i flinch

a face marred in two by a deep weeping cleft

the face of a liar that tells only one lie

i wonder what lie she told

i wonder what lie she repeatedly tells

i wonder when she will tell it again

i move down the list

the / shuffle forward

shame and guilt forces their heads down

i survey the next /

she is old and worn out

she must remember the time Before Truth

when liars traded knowledge for power

she must have lived through the Truth

when liars had all power but no knowledge

i was born into Post Truth

a world of neither

i watch the old woman

she was beautiful once

she is beautiful

her skin is /

her skin is _

her skin is obscured

her skin is clear

i search her

i cannot find anything

and then i realise it is war paint

make up covering her skin

masking the truth

a / posing as _

a deliberate demonstration of defiance

she stands silently powerfully proudly

in rebellion

she is old

she has nothing to lose

she wipes off her paint to reveal the truth of her lies

and i begin to count

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there are more than 10

there are more than 100

there are more than 1000

i have never seen so many

i run out of space on my chart

the queue of / watch silently

the old woman stands unmoving heroic unashamed

ripe skin turned rotten

i realise this personal protest is her final act of truth

her only act of truth

so be it

i ask her name

she lies

/

i ask her age

she lies

/

i ask her why she lies

she lies

/

she lies

/

she lies 

/

she bleeds

every unopened / opens reopens

her dishonesty unwrites rewrites itself

she bleeds

a martyr

she is sorry

she will never lie again

she is not a liar

the liar bleeds

i cannot bear to watch

i watch in horror

i watch in sick satisfaction

the rebel hits the ground

soaks the earth

iron and rust

a pause

and then a sudden shift

i am pushed out of the way

i stumble

i watch

the woman with the single / crouches

croons caresses comforts

she soothes the dying woman

she soothes the lying woman

liar to liar

/ to /

she presses her hands to the old womans wounds

holds her pathetic body

and tries to stem the bleeding

she says

you are going to be okay

the womans single / opens up

forehead to face to chest to stomach to leg to toe

carved in two

rent apart 

torn open

ripped at the seam 

and she bleeds too

stay calm it is alright

the liars blood mixes

flows from many /

flows from a single /

i watch it pool

you are going to be okay

listen to me you are going to be okay

i promise

we are going to be okay