Satin
Caressing my mind
Conveying your lies
Your velvet tongue
Devouring the prize
Murmurs in silk
Smooth and sensuous
A charade acted out
The ending treacherous
Satin words
With claws of rust
Etched into my heart
It was a breach of trust
With silver charm
And a propensity for deceit
Another conquest was yours
Corpse at your feet
Overwhelmed by your audacity
Naïveté notwithstanding
Your intentions toward me
Were not a misunderstanding
Distinctly seeing
The tenacity of your intent
I am no fool of yours
And make clear my discontent
Slink off into the darkness
Trophy in hand
The ending of the story
Was just as you planned
Christine Bolton
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This is written in response to The Tales from the mind of Kristian Word Prompt: Satin
The soft voice of the serpent… I only know the book title, but that’s what I feel from those satin words.
Thanks Bjorn. I’ll check out that title 🙂
Great metaphor! It’s a terrible thing to go through, though.
Thank you! 🙂
I especially like the contrast in this….”Satin words
With claws of rust”
A terrible thing when we are lied to, with intention of deceit, but also terrible for them, when we can see through it.
Such is life, unfortunately 😑 Thanks for reading it.