Have you considered that maybe I'm not pleasant?
Maybe I wear lipstick so that
You will see my pretty pink mouth
Wrapping around a coffee cup lid
And be distracted enough not to notice
That I am intelligent and powerful;
A threat.
Maybe I draw my brows into high arches
So you will look at my unimpressed skepticism
And overlook my spiteful glare
As a trick of my silly, girlish routine.
Maybe I wear my heels so high and thin
So that I grasp your attention with the sway of my hips
As I listen to the click-clack-click against the floor
And I know that if you should try to overpower me
I walk on sharpened knives.
Maybe when I laugh at your worthless jokes
I am really baring my fangs
Waiting patiently for the day
That I sink them into your neck.
I am not made of porcelain pleasantries;
You will find these things are my armour
To keep you at a distance
So you do not step on me and shatter
My fragile control
I am not a husk- I am not wilting.
I am turning my head
So that the fire blazing through my eyes
Does not catch on the accelerant of your sweaty palms
And burn your bones to dust.
I am not your pretty girl;
I am a fury, a faerie, a Phoenix-
A forest of werewolves and wendigos
That will carve out your chest
So that the next time I paint my pretty pink lips
I will taste the copper tang of your dying breaths.
-I just channeled all of my anger at everything that's happened today that I have to be angry about. Honestly, that's a lot. I kind of love this, not going to lie.
-Mel 🖤
YOU ARE READING
Shades of the heart
PoezjaThis is my second poem book. The first one started off with really bad poems but got gradually better, but by then people hated my poems and deleted the book from their library, lol. The first book is called shades of the mind.
