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She Who Comes Between
By dark_sister
This one here,
this red-bellied woman,
I swear she has snakes in her hair,
in her thick skull.
Surely her tongue is forked.
A worthy adversary.
I have the battle plan
drawn out before me.
An army formed out of indignation
is swelling, crawling up my backbone.
It's hard not to grin like a fat cat.
It's hard not to click my claws together.
It's hard not to just reach out and rip her apart.
This one here,
I must be patient,
must bide my time,
stroke my words with velvet.
I will have her head,
and give it to the one I love.
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Copyright 2003 dark_sister
Published on Tuesday, July 8, 2003.
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On Saturday, January 16, 2010, Dilated View
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wrote:
Vindictive haha. I really enjoyed the way you chose to describe emotions as a concept of gathering forces to strike with. Beware the wrath of patient plans. Very cool.
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On Tuesday, July 8, 2003, manywalks
(750) wrote:
Oooooo, this was quite a beauty indeed, biding one's time until the moment is perfect to strike. ~ mw
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