The innuendo queen with her insidious remarks
hunts and pecks away at the dirt,
as she forages for a juicy worm
to dangle on the end of her line of bullshit.
With a pedomorphic species in hand she fumbles with the hook
not realizing that with every cast she drifts further away
into the abyss that is her cold empty heart.
Copyright ©2004 Sara Coslett
Tight bit of writing here, Sara. Strong imagery and words that cut to the bone. Well done!
Good poem.
Susan
~ Sandie May Angel a.k.a. May Lu ~