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Femme Fatale
My name is known, my intentions are not.
I sleep alone, with you in my thoughts.
Wage the wars, fight the demons.
I hold back the tears, but you hear me screaming.
I am the ship that wrecked at shore.
Constant conquest for happiness fought no more.
I am the captain of the evil & damaged.
We’re strong because we know we can survive.
You can not kill those who have already died.
Wednesday 7th October 2020 7:36 pm
Who is the bully?
Yesterday, I cracked the whip
Over a poor man’s flesh
At his request
Yesterday, I dug my heels
Into the crotch of him
Because he asked
It hurt me to hurt him
But it would hurt him too
Had I refused
The thing about me
Is that I'm not
- Me, I mean -
I'm a chameleon,
Master of masks
Slipping on disguises
Like slipping on shirts
I am metamorphosis
Shapeshifter, am I
With wolf or doe ...
Thursday 10th September 2020 10:15 pm
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