Speak of the devil and I shall appear like a Prince guised in stately attire and cheer-
My crown is a watch and my scepter sunglasses, my smile is crafted to never draw fear.
It is to my attention the ball of the year is this night at the club, I assure you I'm here,
My eyes scan the scene with a carnal demeanor for glances, and here you are, drinking a beer.
"The rave lights have only just started to flicker, you're sipping on draft, can I offer you liquor?"
She signed her approval, a wink and a snicker, so I pulled out a bill and produced her elixir.
A hobby acquired, I'm skilled as a mixer. I figured but one dose of powder would fix her.
The straw in her drink for but two seconds quivered-a stir makes the sugar dissolve a lot quicker.
Her face turned away, talking gibberish loudly, anxiety never began to surround me.
The blur of the party was in full effect and I knew that my actions were carried out soundly.
A swivel, a smile, and now an arrival. "My friend wants to join us both for awhile."
How wonderfully vile, I've doubled my winnings! I turned and was met with a burst of denial.
I suddenly faced it wide-eyed: shining metal. At once my heart leaped and I cried, sentimental.
My mind turned in cycles it never prepared in attempts to produce words sufficiently gentle.
My mouth opened wide but I hadn't a sentence; my focus, once ruses, now all of repentance.
Her finger moved slowly, I grimaced now knowing that Hell was my only foreseeable entrance.
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The Wall Which Cannot Break
PoetryThis is a collection of poetry that I submitted to Button Poetry's 2018 Chapbook Contest. It focuses on gender inequality, the oppression of females, and the struggle for women to break the wall built between them and men to keep them below.
