Peacocking (The Bored Game) Poem by Axley Blaze

Those mesmerizing eyes, the napped expression
Graceful with ever gesture, perfect obsession!
This charmer, this smooth dog, this wolf in disguise
She was charmed by his words
She devoured his half-truths
She was smitten by his ‘grace, ' his words, poetry,
Really, more like half-lies.
The formula, the chase.
The Ex equals 'why—? ! '
The algorithms always equating to goodbye?
But, he appeared illusory
Like he was born in a different universe
Or part of some unknown, obscure race
He seemed ethereal
Yet, it was he who made her more humane
Taught her to once again feel
And so, she actually believed him:
He must love her more than the rest!
And, perhaps even though it's true;
When one dollar is the bid—
What's winning the battle? Acing the test?
When it's merely a cheap, well-costumed and dressed;
Trickster's 'bored-game, ' another cocked gun,
Ready to aim, hit the target—
Another conquest?

In the end, the only thing she knew for sure,
Is seduction, deviltry, it comes concealed to lure
Yes, it comes in so many configurations, shapes, and forms.
What it never is, though?

Obvious:
A demoniacal grin, and a skull ablaze with two horns.

© copyright 2018-2024 Peacocking (The Bored Game) Nicole D'Settēmi