Family Dynamics,  Fiction/Poetry

Sherlock Mom

Only a white lie. Colored in, embellished. Harmless, really. She doesn’t need to know the extent of it.

She asks questions with a poker face. She’s a pro. Her expressionless look signals I change my teenaged tactics, quickly.

She always finds out.


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