You think you’re somehow
You think yours is the first house
to ever be dropped here?
Well hear this, my pretty –
This city has swallowed dynasties
and the only dear thing about you
is the pair of shoes you stole.
Return them now,
or refuse. You choose,
but at your own peril.
I’m feral, and there’ll be
no mistaking I’m taking what’s mine.
Oh, see? My vultures are circling!
All in due time, my dears. All in due time.
© Marie Elena Good, 2019