Inside Her Hand

By , McLean, VA
She holds evil inside her cupped hands
Like a round mass
Sparking in all directions

She finds herself lacking
In that trait that turned her to herself
And always hungers for more once she grows soft

She takes her hand to grab a mouthful
Shoves the hatred down her throat
And then croaks and smiles

Heaven help the poor girl
Standing at her feel
As evil creates her destiny

That poor girl is beyond hope
Fate sealed by that woman
Who swallowed too much evil.





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