blushing bride

you are the first former goddess with a college degree-

a peacock amidst hens

you are red lips and sex appeal

all of the jealous hens look you over, searching for a weakness

they, the majority deny you your prize,

your earned prestige

it is difficult for a peacock to sneak about unseen,

but you find a way

you play with power, using your skills at deceiving to feign coyness

power is enticed, hypnotized by your poison wiles,

your brutal charm.

he makes you his blushing bride;

[a roll you enjoy playing]

the hens tread carefully, loathing you in alleyways,

loving you on the streets

pythons coil twixt your red silken bed sheets


the spit of ten thousand people is enough to make a well

deep enough to

sink

a

person

but you are not a person.

you are immortal!

you are precious and sly, like cool jade....

for each misstep from every offending hen-

you collect revenge like one would receipts.

when the time grows ripe

you cash in on your MALICE and MERCILESS desire to

succeed

the streets are filled with gold,

but not everyone has the eyes to see it

RED LIGHTS!!

SCREAMM!!

CHAOSS!!

power iS SICK OF YOU

hes pieced together your wiles, and the mystery that spurred on lust [certainly not love]

his words pour down upon you like

HAIL IN AUGUST

like

motzart's Don Giovani

you whip your head around, frantically, THINK! SAVE YOURSELF!!!-

he CANT do this to an IMMORTAL!

to a GODDESS!

but a voice from the darkest depths of your being hisses the truth-~

[shut up you conniving old HAG! he can leave you ANYTIME he pleases, upon ANY corner, like a wet dog, or a dirty orphan.......like an UGLY, UNWANTED WIFE! he can leave you watching him drive off in the distance. he can leave you with your eyes large and your influence NONE AT ALL. he hates you...he is no longer deceived by your caked stage makeup, your red lipstick! HE HATES YOU! HATE HATE HATE!]

before the voice can screech any longer.... before it succeeds in numbing your senses.....

you run away.

you run away....running from your failings-

failings that snap at your heals like

dogs in a blood LUST

the hens smile as they watch the chase-~

you are a dress made out of a verdict-

each thread is linked to a bloody crime