Hidden behind a wall of
stony thorns,
her horns
are unmistakable.
She smiles and tries
to hide them,
but they are
ridiculously obvious.
The damage is
terminal and savage.
And the pain
is undeniable.
Her forked tongue
pokes the tepid air
and searches for
silly,
trusting victims.
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Author:
Thomas W Case (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Here's a poem I read on my you tube channel from my recent book, Seedy Town Blues Collected Poems, available on Amazon.com
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Comments5
Beauty with a bite..
Great write!
Strong words Thomas.
Andy
Good write T.
LoL in Italy you are cheated on if you have the horns. Very funny 🤣 love the imagery stay away from the horns period.🌹
Yes. Lol. Thank you beautiful Teddy.
Very nice.
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