Who bewitched you
into thinking of me
as feeble
easy
prey?
You dug a grave
in preparation
with cruel intentions
as your shovel
AMBUSH!
You laughed,
cackling,
as you licked the blood
from the lips
of your wide open
sharp-toothed
jaw.
Ambivalent...
You discarded what was
Left of me
at the dinner table
...alone.
About the Creator
Ellie Hoovs
Breathing life into the lost and broken. Writes to mend what fire couldn't destroy. Poetry stitched from ashes, longing, and stubborn hope.
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