That Pack Mentality ...and then the pack just turned, Upon itself. With words that cut, with smiles, Like knives, whetted on secrets, bought with trust. They found the weakest one and laid her bare, The runt, who until then had trusted that, Her place inside the cohort kept her safe. But no, quick flash they turned and pinned her down, The quest for other flesh had drawn a blank, The blood was up, the night must have its kill, And so the tissue thin skin was torn away. The imperfections of her #life were held, Aloft and jeered at till she screamed with pain, Made potent by the perpetrators once Fond friendships now conveniently forgot. The slavering smiles of hunger beamed and just, Grew wider as the bitches gorged there fill, On lights and darks the colours of her flesh. The juicy parts, once pitied, now were mocked Displayed for fun then cruelly tossed aside. Until a broken heap then just remained, A huddled sob, a wracking cairn, just bones Of personality that blanched and bleached, From those who had been friends now hateful gaze. And with the hunt now done the pack just turned, ...Just turned upon it’s heel and walked away.