And, the Cold Reader’s weapon is asking the question,
“What do you want?’
Four words contained; yet, this question can reckon a wo/man to knees.
Your slight frame personified by pale skin and high cheek bones.
And, æ says hi to your unassuming hyena.
Let me show you how to pick the carrion clean
And suck the marrow from the bones.
For all men must die.
But, that which is dead cannot die.
Let us waste another year.