Femine Fatle

She got a pile of pictures to pick from All types all ripe searching for a victim Silently striking Vixen soiled Viking She easily takes a liking To anything fruitful and frightening The lady is a parasite in paradise Dicing life Such a perfect slice Too late she took a bite And ate the pie Troubled herself with why Can’t afford to cry So she’ll leave you high and dry Still trying to pry poetically Empathically pathetic Knowing when she grooms you You’re soon to regret it. With her lit cigarette she smirks at your feelings Faking hers so she can keep you revealing Her target is your heart that she will be stealing And once it’s been taken you’re forever intaken Just like the rest of them Then like her you will never use your heart again *Authors Note: This is part of a collection of poetry about how women can be just as evil as men.