Poetry: Pavlov’s Monster by F.M. Nighwell

Dance in the shade of your smoke.

Hide behind that smirk. Just one last toke?

Her patience holding them firm.
A steady weapon of compelling force.
She softly speaks in subliminal words and carries herself with assertive composure.

Dance behind a closed tight curtain.
What do you feel when you’re all alone?

She rewards them… Careful… Methodical… She is Pavlov’s monster.

You don’t know what game you’re playing.

Dance in the shade of your smoke.