predator

 

you’re a predator

the tone was vehement
voice trembling

you prey on people like me
single mothers
vulnerable
you think it’s ok
just seduce and then piss off
at a hint of involvement
a fucking predator

he held her while she sobbed
into his shoulder
wondered:

am I?
is that what I do?

thought about the ache of months
since he had held someone

since he had held her

why had he come here today?

she struck him a light blow
of fist into shoulder
moved away from him

why did you come here today
you bastard?

he looked past her
to the wall

breathed an apology

stepped through the door to leave
heard her voice

no

the sound of weeping


© Frank Prem, 2002

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