She's a fool, like the card
in her tarot reading
but she's aware of it,
which makes her dangerous.She's the kind of weapon
the government can't take away.She thinks even demons are
capable of love, and if you look
at her soul, you can see
the scars that are remnants of
decisions made using that belief.Don't let her fool you:
you've never met all of her.
That would take days of work,
for she is a multitude of
different people, all in one person.
If you're lucky,
you've met two versions of her.Didn't you hear? She has hundreds.
This is her self-preservation.
This is how she stays alive
and showing you all of her
could prove to be catastrophic.
She is catastrophic.She is twirling under the arms
of demons and gazing into
the eyes of heads with devil horns
who promise her the world.She's a fool for thrill,
because she is a fool, herself.Her fool is the definition of insanity
and this is her greatest weakness,
but also her greatest strength.There she goes,
with blood dripping down her skin
and a sparkle that won't ever leave
her eyes, even when the demons
make her believe it has.There she goes,
the fool in a sparkly dress,
who has been cursed with
demons and those who
simply cannot handle her
intense passion.
YOU ARE READING
Spilled Tea
PoetryOne mind, a few ghosts, and one hundred thoughts spilled on paper.