I'm not Crazy

You cannot be woman and weak

Those are two things that together

Spell your undoing

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So I must

Look like the innocent flower

Petals softened and curled

Beneath the touch of a fingertip

But be the serpent underneath

Neck reared back and teeth hiding

To sink into trusting flesh

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Few masks exist that I can wear

And all of them are pink

Full of Scorpions is my mind

Stingers taut and ready

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But, even so,

What’s done cannot be undone

But the blood hasn’t even dried

And my fingers are itching

To scratch a new surface

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The divots in my arm are red,

raised, and angry

Fair is foul and foul is fair

Words mean nothing in this upside down

Where blood is guilt-shaped

And sleep is denied

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I can feel the bumps

Climb up my arm and I know

Something wicked this way comes.

I catch my reflection in the mirror

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Hell may be murky

But blood will have blood

And the daggers are in my own smile