How does this predator chose its prey? I wonder.

In its vanity, it harbors distaste for sweet beauty
Thus it feigns itself as sweet.
And at first, is hardly noticed.

Mouth watering, its lips part…

Creeping…vein-by-vein, blade-by blade, it grows, bewitching.
It easily charms the ignorant with its lusty green grace.

And in a moment, its stemmed tongues have already begun to lick the rough surface…

The creamy colored brick
The verdant green shutters and trim
The broken glass windows tucked behind the long-time-empty flower boxes
Its stories of family, friends, love, and abuse

All swallowed…

I had only turned my head
Or so I thought.
And the sweet dwelling was gone
Ravished by that beautiful deception.




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