She let me take the blame,
the responsibility,
her gift to me
all tied up
with a tongue so nimble.

She discovered it young
the rush of deception;
of parents, peers
and test scores.
Honed it
to lonely perfection.

A self-belief fashioned
on roughshod sugar.
She is too sweet,
a poisoned confection:
makes herself sick.

6 responses to “Sick

  1. Sounds like a typical femme fatal. Bad for you but always hard to say no.

  2. I’d give her the number of a good therapist but for some that doesn’t work. One would have to admit to having a problem and she sounds like one of the ones that never will. A good characterisation.

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