she’s insidious.

as you watch her, she
works a roomful of people,
charming and
offending in equal measure.
she doesn’t mind which,
not really.

she approaches you.
you stand up straighter,
look her right in the
eye.
(don’t look too long.
you’ve heard the whispers.
she’ll read you like a story
she wrote just
for herself.)

too long. too late.

she ensnares you like the
devil
and you can feel it as you
agree.

yes – yes – yes.

you don’t know what
you’re agreeing to – but. it
doesn’t matter. you don’t want
to make her unhappy.

and so she works.

she chokes all individuality
out o...

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