August 10, 2026 | Poetry
He Let Me Lie
Iryna Somkina
I felt the snap. A fool outrunning the weather, only to find out I was still too much.
I felt the snap. A fool outrunning the weather, only to find out I was still too much.
I hadn’t written a line of prose in years. I was a corporate machine running on fumes, yet this girl in a G-string was playing the oracle.