Inner circles
are a precarious thing
One moment,
they lift you
higher than you’ve ever been,
cheering loud
as you rise.
But envy,
she wears a soft smile.
Creeps in,
quiet and cunning.
Secrets once shared
in whispered trust
become currency
for those who crave
your fall.
And like a spool
knocked off the edge,
your life begins
to unravel
thread by thread,
truth tangled
in half-spun lies.
You stand
in the ruins
of what was once your safe space,
and ask the question
no one wants to answer:
Can you ever truly trust
the ones who swore
they had your back…
but instead,
held the knife?
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