Clear the make-up from your flesh;
Above you I'm omniscient.
Standing over you where we first met,
Your open limbs for me to vent.
Cocoon, you trapped me in the dark,
Coaxed by "safe" odes in this cave,
I unrolled your tight wrap 'round me;
Power now, revenge I crave.
This sheet you lie on, I've torn to shreds,
Your skin is creased from the deception.
Stained by too many deceitful years,
There's nothing beautiful in your reflection.
My change has passed; the great metamorphis,
You try to connect, but I am cold.
Your phony sweat, your concealer,
Your lies have made you look age old
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Comments
I really liked "Standing over you where we first met,/Your open limbs for me to vent."
What a beautifully feministic line.
There was alot of layering. I probably missed some of it, because everytime I read it I found more. Great job.
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