your smile turned to fangs
and you lunged right for my neck
I thought we were friends.
How does it work?
Love the imagery! So vivid. Amazing how you capture the universal experience of betrayal in so few lines. KEEP. IT. UP.
More stories from rhe and writers in Poets and other communities.
like the rolling tide my hands reach for the shoreline scarred by stones and shells
By rhe3 years ago in Poets
It’s funny how you’ve managed to read me so well How you’ve managed to see the cracks in my walls And yet you’ve chosen to stay
By Alisha Wilkins ✒️🦋🖋️3 days ago in Poets
there are no pills or treatments for the symptoms you exhibit maybe you need a shovel and a hole i mean really…can you dig it
By Bren5 days ago in Poets
It looked like turning out hot again as Mini-Flash Juniper and Flashsatsumas proceeded along the camp’s bustling plaza bright and early.
By Doc Sherwood7 days ago in Chapters
Comments (1)
Love the imagery! So vivid. Amazing how you capture the universal experience of betrayal in so few lines. KEEP. IT. UP.