24 June 2011

Fairweather Friend

Unmoving, she stares.
Unblinking, she dares
to fake affection.

You're all too aware
from her doll-like smile
of the way she defiles you,

her inflated sense
and lack of feeling
sending you reeling

until you bury reason
and hide the truth
in the dirt.

She turns her mouth to a perfect 'O'
feigning empathy as your emotions show,
running wild within, spilling over.

She proffers a hand in friendship.
Desperate, you take it,
while knowing all is not what it seems
- and plastic seams snag your skin.

But you're in too deep.
Cold comfort this,
but comfort still.

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