Unfed
littleb4t
October 22nd
Her bruised hands
Glisten with false affection
She feeds the stray dog
He followed her home
Starving for the warm
Gaze of a mother
Blindly, he eats
His last meal
From her soiled palms
And finally, a knife
That reeks of his kin.
slowdecline48
October 24th
Evil, subtly laid out. I dig the verse.
azurePond
October 26th
@littleb4t What a poignant and evocative poem! The imagery of "care" intertwined with "pain" is powerful.
