"One should rather die than be betrayed.
There is no deceit in death.
It delivers precisely what it has promised.
Betrayal, though ...
betrayal is the willful slaughter of hope.”
- Steven Deitz
Each day they gather
flies attracted to honey
sycophants, spouting
inane chatter, back slapping
in mock friendship.
Observant, I stand afar
reluctant at first
to join the cyber circle.
People stop,
discuss their mood
rally each other
with well-tried deceits.
You woo me
as protégée, confidant
tempting me
to coil you around
the mainspring of my heart
Seduced by feigned charms
I drop my guard
let you lead me to the dance.
Until then one day,
clicking on my favorite link,
I am suddenly confronted
with a dreadful phrase
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