HIDDEN BANDIT

BANDIT KILLER

Kira Dawn

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Photo by Fred Johnson on Unsplash

Fascinated by a strange sensation
Thrilled by the hunt
Prey was no longer personification

Twinkled green eyed bitch
Seated next to the narcissist
Bought me a drink
Intended for spiking
Predatory instincts
The Mess tasted “spiked” drink
Made to her liking

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Kira Dawn

Lyrical Prose molds my soul. Journey that led me to the Gorgeous Mess of Chaos that you see. One with God. I am merely a vessel. I am authentically me. Broken.