Played

She was told once
he wants more
paticently he has waited
she was venerable
lonely
disregarded
She was weak,
unaware the game he was playing
With his smooth words
he would coax her
She gave out info
never before shared
he sought for the info
to other secrets she held
Then once gained
he played her again
And like a harp
she sang
to the
teasing of his fingers

Thorns and needles

Just as the thorns on a rose

Hurts as it

pierces the skin

So does the needle

when the ink goes

in.