they often compare women they adore
to angels with soft hair and perfect halos
they say that the ones who are a little rough around the edges
are just in need of repair
their halos are just cracked and easily fixed.
however in reality
some of us are monsters
our halos are really broken shards turned into gruesome crowns
or perfect horns
our smiles devilish and often fake
we are broken creatures not wanting to be fixed
to hell with this broken world
we are monsters
and we want to watch it burn
it ripped our hearts out
and now it is our turn
