Night of Cynthia
She carries pain
In a designer handbag
Minds are left bound in a trap
I hated the hatred I felt one night
Deceived by superficial beauty
Beauty of Cynthia
She cuts through guts
To her, we’re hers
She dines on
Our vulnerable meat
What a surprise
Under porcelain skin hides
A foul and gluttonous sin
Sin of Cynthia
In a pricey restaurant
Red wine dripped down
Seductive, blood red lips
With the wipe of a napkin
She stood up in black heels
She flew off and she grew
Smaller and smaller
There was no trace left
Left of Cynthia
The curse of the witch
Left my trembling hands with a wish:
To stab evil with my dinner knife
But, I’m not like her
She’ll sleep tight—she is free
To wake up and hunt prey so naive
Check paid, I went home
Trying to forget the night
Night of Cynthia
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