Veneno – Harley Reborn

Stopping by woods

On a snowy evening

Little red riding hood

Was not prepared for the

Big bad wolf

He seemed so gentle at first

Almost protective

Absolutely seductive

As he got her drunk

On all he was

Once he made his move

Surely there was no use

For she would succumb to

The final nail after

Years and years of abuse

If this is my time

She thought

Not a tear in her eye

Then there’s no better way

I can think of to die

Then under the harvest moon

On this snowy night

By poison perfume

And his deadly bite

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I am a Social Worker by day and an artist/writer by night. I use the written word in an attempt to make sense of the secret worlds and dysfunctional dynamics that lurk beneath the facades of our daily interactions. I am not sure how my writing styles are characterized, nor am I overly concerned about it. I am immensely enthusiastic about music and often connect better with songs than I do people. I also have an intense appreciation for quality wines and whiskies, frequently consuming them in excess. I like things that smell good and struggle to manage the symptoms of a life-long relationship with depression. So, why "grumpygorman"? Spend some time here and find out...

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