

Ana Nikolić
Likes writing, drawing, dancing to weird music, and pretending to be an adult. Rarely seen in the wild.
LIAR
I watch you from up close
recalling, once in a while
the first time I heard you lie
We’ve had the same life,
the same hurt and breaks, the same years
why don’t you have the same fears?
I repeat your words
with my mouth full of bile
as you continue to lie
I’m listening to your deceit
with white knuckles and patchy shame
how can you not feel the same?
You look at me from the mirror
with a papercut smile
you lie,
and you lie,
and you lie.