The Hunt
You are the snatcher
of youth.
You are the rabid dog
hiding in the bushes; a preying-
mantis on society;
the fire that blazes and destroys our homes;
a bottle of cyanide mixed with a shot
of happiness; the cigarette burning into
the skin. You offer her sweetness,
but give her only sour—the taste
of sweat and copper. A swing set turned
trap like Venus preparing to snap.
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