I am a sucker-whore for blazing arrows
draining blood into my boots
skipping squish-stepping to that beat-beat
and keeping me excited with a chase.
No heart-arrows hunt me
only those with rusted points and fickle minds
fly like missles in erratic path
while my radar blips stay steady.
I am a sucker-whore for when they hit me

and I flail around the pavement
and I look back at my footprint path
and I know someone's gonna find me
putting on my show.

That's when I start crying.

In an hour's time,
I brush off and walk away
praying to once again be prey.

12/03/2007

Posted on 12/03/2007
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