Rufi In My Wine
I tremble
with thoughts
of what might have been
I let an opportunist
within my circle of trust
his charms and guises
Slipping a rufi in my wine
and too naïve to question
my sudden lapse of memory
I tremble
with thoughts
of what might have been
I was like putty in his hands
it happened so easily
I was so naïve
I feel shocked and vulnerable
I feel the miracle
of being here and being me
My destiny was in the hands of
someone who could not be trusted
my luck hanging on a string
AP: 1st place 2020
Posted on March 3, 2019
Copyright © Line Gauthier | Year Posted 2019
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