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.
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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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Oh wow, so captivating from the start, Ellie~ I love it! 😍
Oh Ellie I love this 🖌️👌♦️