A revealing dress in a poisonous green shade,
Clearly telling how her word's a lethal blade
- always talking, yet never with her cards laid out,
She attemps to manipulate with her trademark pout.
A voice like honey to attract others like bees,
To inconspicuously trap anyone who sees
Beyond the facade; yet after nightfall, she's in tears,
For losing her own, detested, role, that's one of her greatest fears.
YOU ARE READING
A phone book
PoetryA loose continuation of A Few Hysterical Words, this time focused on character descriptions.
