Word of the Day Challenge #47-Untitled Poem

Passive

I sit

watching

waiting

wondering

who will I choose next?

With whom shall I…..

ply

play

plunder

taking unto me a life force

never freely given.

Image

fluid

every changing

chameleon…..

I am not the same woman every night…..

I am not the same woman as was in your bed last night…..

I am not the same woman who woke in your arms this morning…..

I am…..

Your fantasy.

Your nightmare.

Your fancy.

I fabricate

prevaricate

feign kindness

desire

love

lust……

all to draw you in

close the trap

make you mine

locked in a box.

I utter the words:

‘Til death do us part.

None have lasted longer than a week

shall we set the clock

tick tock

for your death my dear?’

©Aug. 1/19

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