Like sharks feasting on a lost and hurt swimmer, their feeding frenzy is no less bloodthirsty. Picking at tender, unhealed scars, they scrape away vulnerable self-esteem, peeling it off as easily as filleting an angelfish.
Circling, prodding, waiting for the right moment, they go in for the kill.
Reaching out, hoping for mercy from these sharks, these false benefactors, you are pulled in with kind words, and feigned understanding. They will turn on you, sinking their claws and teeth into your trust’s soft underbelly, rendering a fatal wound.
Watch for the red flags, dangerous creatures are in the water.