(02-06-04)
She Whispers
But it hits me like
A scream.
She offers,
Only for her benefit.
She wants to gloat.
Wants to see me fall.
Wants to make a peace that
Will never be.
One more time to
Look into the eyes
She left,
See if anything remains.
She wants to know
She still has power
Over me.
She dangles pretty things to
Temp me into her realm.
She laughs
Behind my back.
I no longer cry,
But still I hate.
That
Is her only power.
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