Standing there,
like a peacock,
her 'friends' swarming around like flies to meat,
that bitch.
That Bitch.
The one who hides her true self,
a shape-shifter of society.
A smiling gem by day,
a murderous destroyer by night.
A vulture,
waiting to tear out my hope,
waiting to pounce,
waiting to kill.
But,
I won't let her.
I won't bow down,
I won't crumble,
I will survive.
YOU ARE READING
Poems
PoetryA collection of poems I've had in my head. Some have been written with prompts from @MusicalMagical and myself!
