Staying the fuck out of his parlour

BY:Rose Casserley

Darkly,unjustly webbed

were my persuasions.

My smile, masked.

Behind the facade

I portrayed,the  hungry beast

you never saw

wanting to feed

of your gullibility.

And falling from my salivating lip,s

golden tongued promises

lined with deception.

Closer you came,Rose,

my little believer,my little fly

almost swallowing

the disguised sweetnesses

I offered

with one saintly hand

while the other

entered the back door

of your heart

with the most thieving

of intentions.