The business woman hunts you
in a dark forest.
She’s got a head on her shoulders.
She’s not that much older than you.
The business woman haunts you.
In the past, you’ve heard her say,
‘If the evil got into my arm
I would cut it off.’
The business woman hounds you.
Her crossbow aim is deadly.
You know one bolt to the heart
is all it would take.
The business woman hunts you
and there’s light in the forest.
Everything is strangely clear
when you realise...
Christine Della Vedova (Western Australia)
An independent poetry journal. Watch your step.
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