manipulation is the key to survival

she knows how to play the game

forever be the child

Wendy to his Peter Pan

simpering lips

eyes evoking sorrow

hiding purpose

demanding respect

earning none

threats executed

promises kept

broken hearts cast aside

she hunts for new game by the sea

bikini clad beauty hiding a corrupt heart

that feels no pain

incapable of empathy

no room in her malevolent nature

for pity though revenge satisfies

his feet don’t touch the ground

but he has not flown to serenity

 

Hanging in the barn

he waits for discovery in vain

she has no inclination to linger

no desire for reconciliation