Scare

It was her immediate death sentence.

She trusted her intuition 

more than his words, which

shaded defense more than concern.

Thick and sickening, lumped and

cradling more than a scowl. 

It radiated and hung out from her,

this was not her heart.

She was alone and parasited.

Reviews

[Inject Positivity]

Nicely balanced poem......Quite a new thought pattern to me......Thank you....THUMBS UP!!!!!

[scarlynn]

Thank you so much! :)

[Inject Positivity]

Thank you too and God bless you frnd.....