A Bad Vixen's Tricks
Vixens. We all love them, or maybe we all have met one that has used us. Either way, they are irresistible. I've run into at least two in my life in the past year, one that has used me, and another that seemingly appears everywhere when my life goes wrong.
So yeah, this is essentially slam poetry. Here it is.
Also, my first upload on SoFurry, yay. :3
The vixen stole my heart
and in return she hurt it.
The wily vixen
Rife with her tricks,
Seductive with her gazes
Her dark skin and fur
Smoother than an angel's lips
What a trickster, that vixen!
She took my heart
Like she took the hearts
Of many other men
And held me to her very whim
Leading me on more
As days turned to weeks
Weeks to months
We grew closer
We grew as one
But then things happened
My life changed
And she failed to notice
Barely stopping, barely giving condolences
After that,
When we met once more
She had changed
She was no longer mine
She had thrown herself into
her own pleasures
and she sought the hands,
the hands of other men
she broke me
she used me
and I was left alone,
heartbroken,
lonely,
penniless,
and without a care for
her very first friend,
once her guiding light
in a dark Windy City.
Now I sit here,
Alone, but my eyes turn
To another vixen
So much like her
But hopefully with a kind heart
As I sit here
A lone wolf, thinking:
"Will I get tricked again
by the glances of a vixen?"