Hinting that she knew my secret thoughts

Curious about  my silent thoughts
Her tongue was wagging as her ears pricked up
She needled me with steel that she had brought

Her eyes glared like some fish that had been caught
Her face grew wrinkled , straining to pick up
Curious about  my secret thoughts

Her hair stood up on end at my strange plight
Yet  rudeness  made her tongue  and lips slip up
She fondled me with steel that she had brought

She looked as if she’d just encountered Light
She handed me some paper she’d ripped up
Hinting that she knew my secret thoughts

She baited me and  cursed, I did not  bite
I merely drank the tea  from my own cup
She  pitied me with   condescension’s blight

Why was she so keen  to  offer me her traps
In places that she knew were off the map?
Curious about  my silent thoughts
She  stitched me up with  needles  she had brought