The Hunt

You
at the center, and your prey

Mislead for meaning,
Trust carried away.

The kill complete- taste and treated
so sweet
Marks of Your scent- all over the meat.

Foxes, Minks, Venus, Perfumes
one by one They enter the room.

Click
of stiletto heels.
Promise of a new hunt,
left behind- the old meal
for the picking of the runt.

Friendships and Bonds- Gestures forgotten
The spoils of new beauty will turn You rotten

When impulse and desire take the reins
with complete inconsideration for feelings
Cats scratch claws with venomous fangs
Mistrusted and disgusted You leave.her.reeling.