Green Eyes
I heard the silent meow
Felt your claws in my back
Words of spite
Thinly veiled
With that grubby sack
Was it necessary
To be so cruel
Not knowing me
Or ever spoken to me
as you gather your fuel
What do I represent
that you have this need?
To lash out with barbs
and scratch with rust
A hunger you must feed
Damage control
easy for me to handle
The pain is all yours
I am sorry, for you
will face the scandal
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©
Word Prompt:
Damage - FOWC
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