She hates her life
and therefore hate
is whetted in her mind
much like a knife
whose balanced weight
makes cutting so refined—
abrasive, brash
she loves to watch
her chosen target bleed,
she’ll stab and slash
for each new splotch
helps obviate her need.
Are You Reading Me?
Sound like a woman I used to know,
ReplyDeletewho always had to steal the show.
Nicely sliced :-)
ReplyDeleteHey rich I think I know that chick
ReplyDeleteand I escaped pretty damn quick
Hi Jan, thanks!