Day 26 - Posted by Robert
Today is the final "Two for Tuesday" prompt(s) of the month:
Write a leader poem.
Write a follower poem.
I'll leave it up to you to decide what a leader or follower poem might be. You can either lead the way in figuring that out, or follow the lead of another.
I wrote this on Tuesday, after reading the first few chapters of The Sociopath Next Door, by Martha Stout
It's a villanelle. Or should I say, villain-elle?
Sociopath
He does not wish for conscience
He tied her to a kitchen chair
Remorse to him makes little sense
He does not wish for conscience,
Delights in causing her despair
Remorse to him makes little sense
Feels no desire for recompense
He’s caught her in his snare
Remorse to him makes little sense
Savors each tear, each tiny wince
No cruelty does he leave to spare
He does not wish for conscience
Dismantles every last defense
With cold and penetrating stare
Remorse to him makes little sense
Each slice he makes with precise care
Indifferent, he leaves her there
He does not wish for conscience
Remorse to him makes little sense.
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