Open Hearts & Predictable Prey

Ever since I met you,
my world has been
stained
red.

Faces,
and
voices,
automatically
labeled
'foes.'

The pain
in my heart,
a beacon
to
predators—

Shouting,

'This woman
has fallen
for the
deceitful.

This woman
is uncertain,
and
naïve.

This woman
is waiting,
on wits end,
for arms—

any
arms—

that
won't
release.'


This voice,
this beacon,
will surely be
the end of
me.

For,
as soon as
this announcement
is made,

the blood-thirsty
descend—

swaddled
in the
golden-wrappings
of
love.

Then...

I
am
torn
to
p
i
e
c
e
s
.




Prompt Words:
Faces - Voices - Foes - Deceitful
Uncertain - Arms - Release - End