“Deciet” by Tara Peck

Your expression is blank –

Your piebald face – unrelenting –

tarot cards can’t read you –

but I try – successfully –

 

Your evolutions are slow –

consuming life around you –

Your bared, sanguinary teeth –

may frighten some – not I –

 

I invoke you –

welcome you in – pleasantly –

giving you a false sense –

of security – and understanding –

 

I know of your private dealings –

nightmare fuel – noxious –

I have my own secrets –

we are parallel – complementary –