playing people like a fiddle
plucking strings, threads of manipulation
each saccharine chord a symphony to his orchestra of machinations, utilizing pawns for his own gain
a maestro
caught in his own horse-hair threaded web of lies
encore!
he's the only one left clapping.
YOU ARE READING
a litany of ruminations
Poetry{poetry collection} s c a t t e r e d dreams and drifting thoughts, oh, not everything is what it seems... (not necessarily from my own thoughts)
