Sly


Quietly she hides among us.
Her face clear, her eyes monstrous.
She smiles with the intent to bite.
Her heart is cloudy and her fists are tight.
The words escaping her are charming , luscious , calming.
But they’re poisonous, ferocious , alarming.
She will softly touch you on the shoulder, caress you, kiss you, make you wonder.
But beware, the knife behind her.
Tread lightly , be cautious and mind her.

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