she extended her hand.
Its claws were retracted.
I detected no sinister plan.
The lines of duplicity hidden,
it appeared warm and welcoming.
So unlike the gnarled paw of a wicked wench,
I clasped it. It clenched.
Too soon,
I felt duped and used,
surprised and hurt,
nowhere amused.
Somewhat shocked I could so easily be fooled,
I questioned exactly how I'd been schooled...
I gave my heart a rest
and pondered on my next move.
But seclusion was not for me.
Solitaire was never my favoured game.
Alone, I could not remain.
Alone, I could not remain.
Frightened, but certain it was what I must do,
I tentatively opened up and then I found you.
Before long, many more took her place.
A blanket of fog obscured her face.
I could again enjoy the rat race.