Her.

Her lies are consistent
Her smile is hollow
But when she wears upon her head
Her crown of despair
You're in for a surprise
Because she twiddles her thumbs
And her dull eyes spark a resolution
To a plan she forms within her mind.

Her heart is kept
Frozen in time,
Out of reach
Far from those she may spite.

Her hands are cold
Her sneer is dreadful
But when she wears upon her shoulders
Her cloak of vengeance
You're in for a surprise
Because she taps her chin
And her fingers bounce with joy
Against the blade she wields beside your bed.

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

I almost feel a "Basic Instinct" theme here...Beware those who fall in love with this woman because she is still reaping vengeance upon all males because of what one did to her years ago...
a very intense and absorbing write.
j.

[Angeliki Largatzis]

Thank you very much, I'm glad you enjoy this.

[emipoemi]

There's an air of the legend of Judith and Holofernes in this poem, and I quite liked the symbolism it implicitly depicts. Both main stanzas are simply powerful and profound and that bridge serves its purpose. This flows brilliantly and the execution packs a good punch so leave us trembling with chills by the end (as the vengeful woman prepares to strike the reader, who pretty much is the victim-to-be). Well done!

[Angeliki Largatzis]

Thank you for your comment, glad you enjoyed this!

[emipoemi]

my pleasure.