I paint my face, varnish my nails
coat my lashes, sharpen my scales
Lotion my skin, slide into my dress
the blue one that always makes you a mess
Brush my fangs, smear red on my lips
coat my lashes, hang knives from my hips
Set my hair, snarl into the mirror
drink until the blurry becomes clear
Open my wings, it’s time to fly
I’m coming for you, it’s your turn to die
Daily Prompt: Varnish
We danced together
for the briefest of times
My fragile heart aware
you could never be mine
After a while
it was time to set us free
Relocate to a place
where you’d never look for me
but
Acutely aware of time and space
20 years later we are both slapped in the face
It wasn’t me you could choose
So I left first…
seeing you today
Oh, my weathered heart burst.
but
He’s been good to me
and you still call her your wife
The dismal part of this story
Cuts like a knife
If you asked me to…
I’d softly run if you called
and start our new, old life
Daily Prompt: Relocate
You keep me hoping, wishing, praying. On tenterhooks, I’m swaying.
What’s your answer?
What’s it gonna be?
I’m over here dangling, oh my god I’m clinging, hands bloodied and stinging
Why are you taking so long?
What do you need to see?
Slipping off this tether, I can’t hold on forever, put me out of my misery
Is it gonna be her…please choose me.
Without you
I sparkle
Without you
I shine
Without you
No sorrow
Without you
I’m fine
Bet that pisses you off…
Daily Prompt: Sparkle
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