To him I was
his play toy.
His thought of me
as a little mouse
Small
Vulnerable
And scared
But he thought wrong
He just wasn't aware of
the fierce lion inside me
Waiting to pounce.
But when he did
He was too late
For now he was
the mouse prey
And I was the
Predator
-Oh how the tables have turned
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Poetry➸ lucid thoughts of a wandering mind At daylight, at twilight and at midnight
