She’s Marie Barone—on steroids
baring gifts of guilt
wrapped in gilded foil
dripping honeyed compliments
sprinkled with ground glass
leaving you bleeding on the inside
With a smile she blames you for her cruelty
twisting her tales
defending her intrusions
she belittles you as she praises you
tearing you down to control you
with gossip she snatches away your privacy
claiming she only acts with love
Lock your doors
Don’t let her in
Copyright 2011 Elizabeth Abrams Chapman
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