Friendly Fiend Poem by Pasomi Mucha

Closed were my closets,
Solidly were they secured,
For within were warehoused,
My skeletons,
My secrets, safely sequestered.

You wormed your way in,
Slowly, stealthily, steadily,
Crept with quench-less curiosity,
Inwards, heart-wards.
By and by,
Bit by sure bit,
To trust you, you trained me.

Sixth sense said,
Keep closets closed!
But you feigned fine friendship,
Which now I find is fine fiendship,
Masked by saccharine smiles and solicitude.
Into my closets I licenced,
Your curious close-up scrutiny.

Sweet surrender turned into sorrow, for
My skeletons you didn't help me keep hidden,
With them you gleefully held,
Vigorous, public verbal orgies,
And swung on gossip grapevines,
In grotesque grandstand plays,
Smack on scandal street!

Your true colours I now see, oh, woe!
You're a hideous shade of friendly foe!