Buckets of harm.

With anonymousness,

he wheedles his way

into the minds of women

with god shaped gaps

for hearts.

 

Stolen quotes,

and rapid self-disclosure

are a transplant for the weakened souls,

designed to probe,

feign care

and set himself apart.

 

The ‘hobby’ he’s perfected -

that of parting legs to penetrate,

alleviates his blights

inside their emptiness -

is something of an art.

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A Fine Write

I like the objective perspective of this write. A  portrait, a disection. Well composed, by a poet. -