Do not for a moment be fooled,
She, (laughing) is a wicked tool.
Her promise,
fancy and euphoric.
Joyful and bright
but empty, and slight.
Her paradise,
dark and defeating.
Her truth,
damp and weakening.
She will find you.
She will not care,
to the when or where.
She will hunt,
brutal and blunt…
ferocious, yet precocious
wicked, yet restricted
She is your child, precious and wild
yours to own, but what should really be known…
your creation, mere aggravation
She is life wielding a knife, last name strife
making you proud, but living avowed
Inspiration is, and will always be, your extinction.
By: MaryBethHicks-kbh
May 2017 © [Revised 11/8/2020©, Revised 12/12/2020©]
About the Creator
MaryBethHicks-kbh
Freelance Writer/Artist, Author, Consultant, Resume Service & Genius; CEO:TROAPW Associates @ https://www.facebook.com/kellyb8888.mgkyo/
"I am an OCD extrovert, Word-Nerd, documented Genius, & never will I apologize for being outspoken."
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