Forgive me for inducing sorrow
But you wear it so well
-W.E.
She wears sadness better than most wear their
pseudo-happiness.
Bright faced, lined eyes, crocodile tears, they prance,
Nay, see her crocodile skin, salt etched cheeks, melanin deprived and dark eyes that stare death down.
She’s of otherness, gripping the hearts of men, frailty never looked so fierce,
Never looked so tempting,
Skin on bone, collar,
Vascular hands,
Sharp fingers,
Heart breaking her sorrow,
Axe hips, so voluptuously consuming.
She’s base and worldly,
Temporary and inviting,
She’ll lure you to your tomb.
-W.E.
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