Vile accusations
Work their way
On your sugary
Forked tongue
With your smile
That draws honey
And blowflies
You have sang
.
"Are we only here
To be the patch
In your negative
Energy heart—?
Are we only here
To fill the gap and
To fulfill our own
Playcast parts—?"
.
Punctuating each
Question with a
Blonde hair twirl
And accentuation
As if you didn't
Stab a blade down
Straight into my
Fragile emotions
.
But I keep, I keep
My composure
And aplomb and
Grace and walk
Away from your
Evil and wicked
Sunny pink smile
Away from your talk
.
Now let me ask you
My own questions
Little girl, what've you
Done with your life?
Little girl, aren't you
Too young now to be
Devouring nails and
Holding that knife?
.
Oh little girl, how are
Your inner demons
Satisfied at causing
Turmoil and chaos?
Oh little girl, is your
Soul a void of agony
Darkness cackling
With humanity's loss?
.
Oh little girl, but why do
You wonder why you're
Still repelling, charmed,
Why you're still alone—?
Oh, little girl, I pity you
And you twisted games
Why don't you just go off
Now and hop on home—?
YOU ARE READING
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Poetry"A robin redbreast in a cage Puts all heaven in a rage..." -William Blake
