Wicked movements, sharp sticky, pained
She inflicts without care with careful consideration
A tale is woven of distrust and abuse
Spun with gold honey and tears
Eyes averted, she feigned
Crystal eyes, she begged for adoration
Words cunning but obtuse
Blending veracity and aspersion for years
The lies caught up, she deigned
Picked up a needle to weave a cover of defamation
So heavy it is, it turns inward, so profuse
She will suffocate and choke, she disappears
And this makes me smile.....
Vartok©2012
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