avenge

he sat next to her
on a bench
one sunday afternoon

a sly smile
upon his face

charming enough
to tame
a two-headed snake

he believed her
to be his next victim

easily
hypnotized
by his
narassisitic
spell

however
this one
was different

birthed
with strong
intuition
awareness

she just
knew things

the stone cold
expression
he used

to fool others
did not fool her

his passive
aggressive
words

fell on
deaf ears

his games
manipulations
tests

amusing

his revenge

his
final undoing

with passion
and retribution

she called upon
Pluto

invoking

a particular
kind of posion

her eyes
begin to grow
dark,
chilly

her voice
less angelic

she asked
him to sit with her,
on the bench,
one sunday afternoon

a sly smile
lay upon
her face

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