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Vultures

written and performed by: Emily Vieweg

@EmilyJVieweg

Feed on the flesh of the dead,

weak and injured –

or maybe they just think

their prey are dumb –

they do not realize

we know their game.

One is eyeing me right now

sizing me up—wondering what

I had for dinner and would I

satisfy his sweet tooth—

or would I just qualify

as an after-dinner mint?

I’ll take it—mints crack,

bring freshness and murder

the bile-filled beak.

Desserts are savored. Consumed

slowly, with precision—not for

my comfort—but the sweet lust

of the predator—

They act like cats—teasing me,

ignoring me, placing their drinks

on my table, forcing interaction

with their booze-filled essence.

Instead I look past them at

the hotel art on the wall—

playing the game

so I get out of here alive.