Post-heartfeast,
Unknown till after the fact
Heard this was your MO
Wannabe Sylvia Plath
Devouring men like air
I hope I swallowed like CO.
‘
Playing men like wind instruments
And blowing it too.
Never got that far,
But I did play mouse to your
Multicolored flautist.
Did play lemming to your
Rooftop violinist.
Just gotta say
Thanks to all my friends
For holding down the fort
And shackling me to the mast.
‘
And I’ll never forget
The way that you laughed
When I called you insane.
Sheepish grin,
My she-wolf
In lambskin.
Here’s your finale
In the uncommissioned
Femme fatale anthology.
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