Lies that Bind Us

by Andrew Hart

But then that’s how you get by sometimes, isn’t it? By deploying those little half-truths that keep the world rosy enough to live in.

It was tiredness, I told myself, the kind of exhaustion that makes you weak and emotional.

I am fear, and no other thought, feeling, or sensation registers.

Liars are quick to use the most extreme phrases to underscore the truth of their fictions. Honest to God. To tell you the truth. Swear on my mother’s grave.