my charm is an illusion.
I’m evil inside.
I’d kill you if I could get away with it,


I can’t survive in jail.
This is all a facade.
I’m manipulating you.
You’re trying to get the upper hand but you,
my darling,
are no card player.

I’m like coffee sweetened with sugar,
but without a stirrer;
I’m all sweet at the bottom,
and it takes you twenty cautious
sips to finally arrive at that place,


by the time you get there,
to that spot,
you’ve been so severely burned
that i’ve already won,
especially with the cream additive.

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Recently moved back to the States after living 16 months in Vietnam. I write to remove the thoughts trapped in the cobwebs of my psyche before the spider envelopes me whole.

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