uttered words
that scraped healed wounds
red blood over crusty scab of sweet lies
same pain, same alibi
on a different time.
deceitful masks
nectar-drizzled promises
with bittersweet venomous taste
i should have learned
that you are a wolf
and i
a dumb sheep
an eager prey
a victim
of our dangerous
one-sided game
Anthony Monico A. Bernardino
June 30, 2015
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