Untitled Dark Poem #6

Words are broken
promises lies
heart bleeding
held in hand
offered up
as payment for love
given not freely
strings are attached.
Bound
wrapped
played like a marionette
Punch and Judy
knocked here and there
whilst laughter abounds.
Broken
head bent
no one can see
roiling rage
boiling
simmering
below the surface.
Tabled
turned
left behind
my tears leave traces
of the woman I was
and
not the monster I have become.
©March 4/21
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Perfectly Perfect

Perfectly coiffed
lips ruby red
eyes
lined
winter blue contacts
linen crisp
all heads turn
watching
walk
confidence
how
where
is it taught
or
is she born with it?
Exuding
men
women
fall beneath her spell
gazed upon
utterly captivated
if only for a moment.
Standing 
hidden behind column
weary
eyes stained crimson
setting sun
black tar welling
sucking 
dragging her down
even as she wove a spell.
Wiping clean
staring
watery blue
her real color
pallid
yellow
her real tones
corset
hiding her flaws.
Towering tall
haunted by perfection
never doubt
the depth
of her affection.
©Feb. 7/21
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