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Feb 2014
Discretion of predators, out to feast.
On vulnerability.
Vicious vultures from the deepest darkest depths.
Seen not until the surface breached.
Now and then, they'll take their own with sophistication.
Pursuing afflicted bed fellows.
Victorious villains violate base of silence.

Silence broken.
Hover around.
Desperate moments cry.
At refusal to oblige.
Voices wail.
Sometimes with razor tongues.
Breaking sonic boom, slight exaggeration.
They watch eagle eyed, as the finance provider frankly opens her purse.
And they say mum, ' have you got any spare change I can scavenge'
Off into the land of life they go at another's expense.


By ladylivvi1

© 2014 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)
This is about my kids.
I compare them to sharks.
Discretion of predators.. they hide out of the way most of the time until they want something , usually money (lol).
I rarely see them much anymore..hence breaching the surface.
When they're after something they come in really loud.
Try to catch me when I don't  have much fight.. (in bed half asleep)
They always seem to win!
In their defence now, they are all lovely.
All work hard and are self sufficient.
Wasn't the same when they were younger! x
I love them to bits really!
Olivia Kent
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Olivia Kent  Southampton, Hampshire.
(Southampton, Hampshire.)   
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