I’ve done this before…
Face teasing the light, just a little, before fading into the black of painful reminders. Eyes appearing briefly, before retreating behind leafy cynicism. My dainty fingers pulling back this protective shield, just to get a glimpse of the soul who peeks from a world that frightens and intrigues me, before disappearing into nonexistence, again.
Yes, I’ve done this before. And, now, you stand before this bush of mystery trying to get a peek of what’s hiding quietly behind it. Trying to get close to me…
My guess is that you are a hunter, too. Here to disturb my healing and peace like all the other hunters who have found me hiding here from those who want to take what is in my chest. I am the hunted — Always shot at with the most beautiful lies. Always lured into traps masked by red roses over satin sheets of insincerity.
What will your weapon of choice be?
Will you pretend to be the slayer of my demons, before slaying me? Will you pretend to be the true love I’ve never had, before showing me your true colors? Will you kiss me tenderly, before breaking my strength and stealing my heart? Or will you carve “forever” with me in the tree of our love, before running away with my trust?
My dear hunter,
how will you try to kill me?
How will you try to hunt someone who knows she’s being hunted?
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