a Poem by Raquel Swann

It’s bubbling underneath the surface

Terrible gases and pressure

Force a smile on smug faces 

Phony laughter ensues 

My best interests at heart? 

I think not. 

I saw you creeping within the shadows

Weeks ago. 

Studying my every move 

You’re the spy, infiltrating 

Desiring my secrets. 

Know this, 

Every word I utter is designed 

To pull you out from underneath 

Your filthy rock! 


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