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

  6 comments for “Satin

  1. September 23, 2018 at 11:03 am

    The soft voice of the serpent… I only know the book title, but that’s what I feel from those satin words.

    • Christine Bolton
      September 23, 2018 at 11:54 am

      Thanks Bjorn. I’ll check out that title 🙂

  2. September 22, 2018 at 5:46 pm

    Great metaphor! It’s a terrible thing to go through, though.

    • Christine Bolton
      September 22, 2018 at 5:55 pm

      Thank you! 🙂

  3. September 22, 2018 at 2:03 pm

    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.

    • Christine Bolton
      September 22, 2018 at 2:26 pm

      Such is life, unfortunately 😑 Thanks for reading it.

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