The Hand That Feeds You
don't bite the hand that feeds you
he always used to say
reflections of herself in him
make her sick
don't bite the hand that hits you
she always used to think
his territory marked on her
and worn with humiliation
eyes that glitter madly
fingers curled so tight
drowning in the blood he spilled
a war of fear and anger
until she rose against him
and escaped with her life
---Twisted Poet
