It seems a lot of women
are married to handsome psychopaths
or sociopaths these days.
It's much the same thing, you know.
They always have a certain charm
of innocence. Often with a blond fringe
that needs cutting. People like them.
They are fun to be with.
But if you sit down for a while
and contemplate the crocodile,
one realises you only know the clever hide;
the reptile within plays with its food.
By then its prey has swum too deep
within the delta of the lies;
white-painted doors without a key
close in on her and she wonders:
is it me?
May 30, 2014
May 30, 2014 at 9:04 AM UTC
It seems a lot of women
are married to handsome psychopaths
or sociopaths these days.
It's much the same thing, you know.
They always have a certain charm
of innocence. Often with a blond fringe
that needs cutting. People like them.
They are fun to be with.
But if you sit down for a while
and contemplate the crocodile,
one realises you only know the clever hide;
the reptile within plays with its food.
By then its prey has swum too deep
within the delta of the lies;
white-painted doors without a key
close in on her and she wonders:
is it me?
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