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Tori Jurdanus
Poems
Apr 2012
Boy Who Cried Wolf
Brown eyes scan the crowd.
Wild with fury.
Frantically hopping from face to face.
She is hunting, with an intention to ****.
Your heartbeat spills over her eardrums.
She knows her prey is nearby.
She focusses on you,
And you finally see her, too late.
She is only meters away.
No escaping this time.
People slide past like ghosts.
Not one of them notices you, frozen in fear.
Her hate cannot mask her hurt.
She is an injured creature,
Out for vengence.
Her mouth curves back into a snarl
To reveal the sharpest teeth you've ever seen.
You search desperately,
For a man with an axe,
For someone to protect the castle.
But an imposter's lips can only call for help
Is so many instances
You are caught.
No escaping this time.
She circles, preparing to strike.
Her lips shape one word:
Liar
It's soundwaves wash over you,
Truth knocks you to the ground.
You were only ever house of straw.
Retracting her claws,
She retreats into the sea of oblivous faces.
You're humilty served.
You are left in shreds.
Nobody notices.
Nobody cares.
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