Hope
Wings,
Floating free.
Soft angel wings,
Caressing.
Whispering.
Promising.
Silky smooth
Promises.
Gorgeous promises.
Too-good-to-be-true promises.
Dangerous promises.
Promises with razor
Sharp
Teeth.
Waiting for
One
Little
Slip.
Then you believe in them,
Those dangerous
Silky
Promises.
Because
They are beautiful,
Elegant,
Everything you’ve ever wanted but can’t have.
Deceiving.
Tricking.
Who would look past
That pretty façade
And face the razor sharp
Teeth?
Teeth designed to shred
You.
Hurt you
Beyond recognition.
Break you.
Leaving you
All alone in a dark tunnel,
Waiting for those beautiful promises
To
Come
Back
And save you.
They don’t.
They’ve found another victim.
Or, as they see it,
Blessed to be chosen.