no longer can i play the dilapidated victim card
so instead, i pull from between my legs the black jack he gifted me so kindly.
i expect it to melt me
but i love that it makes me grow taller,
stronger and richer.
i find myself looking below, into you, and i know
your palm is red.
a fangly grin;
my hand is black,
absolute and tyrannical.
you are on the soil, homeless
pulling on my velvet robes
begging for my lush charity
reaching for the ace of spades, my precious heirloom.
no remorse as i kick you until your cries cease.
you've stained my black cloak with your misery
and the musk intoxicates me just as mine did to my god.
the now ruby ace floats in the wind
and i know between my legs shall be another.
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An Enigma Is Too Much For A Cat To Eat
Poetrypoetry from the raw heart of a teenage girl. I wrote this poetry collection throughout my junior year of high school, when so much change was underneath the sun's aura. In and out of depression, in and out of the psych ward, I survived the first ha...
