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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.

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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.