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| Chicken plumage © Jennifer Phillips |
Her eyes spear daggers, slice your heart.
Her heart beats a mercurial rhythm
Cotton candy lips, snake's smile.
Danger lurks in the folds of her clothing,
thinly veiled platitudes drip from her mouth.
She is a guttersnipe dressed as spring lamb.
Her contradictions sway you, curiosity leans closer
but you're not worthy, you're gone.
She'll cut your heart out as soon as look at you.
Cold disdainful stare, beauty in a glance, unreachable,
but pierce the surface, you'll see the lava flow.
Her fire burns hot within yet she's frozen without.
You can't save her, you can only watch as she
Consumes herself, her fever rising inside out.
Fire and ice burning rivulets from her damaged past.
© Jennifer Phillips (All rights reserved)
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| Rooster plumage © Jennifer Phillips |
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