She Suffers No Fools


There’s a “fuck you”
Coiled around the corners
Of her lips
A rebuke, a lash
Thorns hidden among
The petals
Cunning and coy
An invitation or perhaps a dare
Promising nothing
Equal guarantee of succor
Or sting.

Poised defiance
Knowing she could
Burn any suitor down
To a shell of ribs and ash
Not caring in the slightest
How many fling themselves
Beneath her dainty feet
Falling deliberate devastation
With a long suffering smile
Hinting itself
As we poor fools
Fly gladly into the flame.

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One Response to “She Suffers No Fools”

  1. wersten melon head munroe Says:

    thirsty person and an oasis
    attempts to drink it dry
    resist the mind says
    taste
    reflect
    be thankful
    go slow

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