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Poetry is just the evidence of life. If your life is burning well, poetry is just the ash. Leonard Cohen
Showing posts with label Mag 258. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Mag 258. Show all posts

Tuesday, February 17, 2015

Hush

Hush now
You've had your chance to speak
Now it's my turn
I know what you did
I can see through
things more substantial than you, honey
Don't "Wait, baby, baby" me
I'm so not in the mood
You made me a promise
You broke that promise
'Nuff said
Now it's time to pay, lamb
Did you really think you were so clever
that I wouldn't catch you?
Or maybe you thought I was so lovestruck
that I'd forgive you?
Well, you were wrong
I'm not forgiving by nature
You should have known what I was
when you remarked on my eyes-
so chatoyant, you said
and how I purr when you stroke me
Well, you know what they say
about messing with the cat, cupcake
Don't worry
It will be relatively painless
and quick
if you don't struggle
You won't hear me coming
You won't see me
And when it's done
perhaps I'll present your broken body
to the next one who thinks
they can love me.

submitted for Imaginary Garden With Real Toads, Sunday Mini Challenge, Promising
and Magpie Tales, Mag 258