Parched and void of feelings

Clamoring to climb the ladder

Stepping over anyone

Who really doesn’t matter


Greed and lust, a guiding force

Always right on track

A deep seeded need to conquer

Never looking back.


Scouting and planning

She combs the conference room

Calculating her next plan

A victim she can groom


Innocence, an aphrodisiac

Lured thru a maze of doubt

A calculating player

It’s what she’s all about


Step inside, look around

Just one chance to find the door

Once she hands you a martini

You’ll forget, what you came for.


Author: Patty Richardson

Writer: Film scripts, poetry, short stories.

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