The Christmas Stabbing
She stabbed her poet friend in her back.
Washed off the fresh blood, had her tea
Went back to madly commenting merrily!
Tossed her hair back, ever so righteouslly,
Growling,” i know her thousands of poems
Are all about me!”
Never once, thanking her friend for the tribute.
Just brutally, shut her out of her life.
Marking their friendship as deceased and mute!
Her bloodied friend on the floor lies dead.
Crimson blood, forms a wreath upon her head.
Nuff said?
12/13/2021
Copyright © Panagiota Romios | Year Posted 2021
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