She swings and she sways
To the trill of the piano,
With a facade of blonde hair
And the red lips of a vixen
To hide the fear held in her eyes
Of the terminal illness
Dancing in her veins
From dusk ’til dawn.
Tag: Facade
Trapped
“Oh, hello, dear” with a bite
Caught off guard, I slip, I fall
This alligator, such a fright
I brace myself for the oncoming brawl
I think to myself I’ll stand, I’ll fight!
But the trip took it’s toll and I must crawl.
She catches me, my ankle, with her teeth
And envelopes it in a sharp pearl sheath.