She’s deadly
Turn you to stone
With a glimmer of eyes
She’s a killer
Eat your beating heart
With a sauce and spice
Don’t put up a fight
Don’t hold your breath
She’ll freeze you
Without an inch of regret
Don’t hold your breath
Don’t put up a fight
Honey, you never were
Going to be right
Do not underestimate
The pretty eyes and
the Subtle smile
Because beneath the mask
She is swallowing the fury and fire
Pushing down the build
Sharpening the long stick
Dipping it in poison
And biding her time
One breath at a time.
About the Creator
Emily McGuff
Author of Crystalline (self-published on Amazon)
Lover of lyrics and poetry.
Obsessed with sci-fi and fantasy.
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