I have to wash you off my skin
scrub until it's pink and raw
from a distance you look renewed
but false truths devour
from the inside out
sloughed over and shed off
I am so dispensable
obsolete
gullible-
so unsophisticated and trusting.
The Hawk has you in her clutches, My Little Snake.
Right where she wants you.
Willing to be dined upon with a smile on your face.
Please tell me what you think
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Thought-provoking...
I thought this poem to be very metaphoric. Keep it flowing...
Peace,
Cyn
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loks like a chick as snatched your fella cherry,,lol now now,, i enjoyed this,,,pete
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Wow, powerful write. It makes you stop and think about it. Thanks so much for sharing
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