pantera

Just a black shadow slinking through the dark, poorly-lit neighborhood of my mind ;)

slinking down the canyoned street
stalking, nylon-smooth to prey
on predatory eyes who meet
her own. some smile, some turn away.
some know she'd eat them to the bone;
they know that they would die to let her.
some'd use her, drop her like a stone
and say that she deserves no better.
the first she calls her daily bread,
grazing as she culls the herd.
the second brings a smile instead;
male ego, cocky, brash, absurd
to think that any man could claim
to beat her at her chosen game.

Reviews

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~ i love the characterization... it has immense depth... i wonder if it was really "her chosen game"...

[Joel M Frye]

Did you yourself not write that no matter what we are offered, we have choices? ;)

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~ haha...yeah... i did... but just today, i felt horribly played... maybe i'm not good at my "game" :P... that is if i have one... :P ~ so, maybe i allowed my feelings to cause a bias... sorry... :P

[Joel M Frye]

No apology necessary, serah. I apologize to you for attempting to poke fun at a sore spot.

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~ oh, dear... the apologies should get cancelled out... they already did... look, look... they're gone, monsieur... ~ p.s. it's just the society i live in... it doesn't facilitate much freedom... but then i should be honest enough to confess that i don't care about it much and shouldn't complain on your page... :P