The speaker is taking back control after being deceived. The central image is of leeches: lies are described as parasites that cling to the skin and drain something from the person who carries them. Pulling them off is a deliberate act, and the verb "dislodging" suggests effort, since leeches don't let go easily. The title word "leaching" adds a second layer, hinting at something slowly seeping out, whether poison or strength.
The last line shifts the tone. Instead of anger or revenge, the speaker reaches for "the soothing balm of my truth." That image is gentle and healing, as if telling the story honestly is a kind of medicine for the wound the lies left behind. The mood is calm but firm. There is hurt here, but also steadiness and self-possession. The speaker doesn't shout back at the liar so much as quietly clear away the damage and put something clean in its place. The poem feels like the moment just after a painful confrontation, when recovery finally begins.