Your turn

I prefer the shadows these days. Brightness and "clarity" only blinds the flickle.

This darkness becomes me. For I know what it feels like to be fire, to be the element. 

I was so tired of wearing that jaggedely twisted unclean smile.

These traitorous painted lips smiled at any excuse, sometimes never refusing to stop. 

Only a Jester's sinister grin came close to being just as terrifying. 

My new and improved stormy demeanor came with a charming and intimidating scowl. 

Mornings were finally productive because i no longer found my reflection mocking me with it's constant unwilling, gentle leer. 

Finally, it was your turn to smile like the menace. 

My inner monster was thrilled in the shadows, no doubt already thinking up, cruel ways to make it happen.     

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

Sometime more safety in the shadows.
"My inner monster was thrilled in the shadows, no doubt already thinking up, cruel ways to make it happen. "
Nice flow of thoughts left the reader with something to think about. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry. I liked this poem.
Coyote

[AprilJ]

Really interesting
I like your style of writing :D

[Writer at last! Sky ~]

Finally, it was my turn to smile as I really enjoyed your beautiful lines....lol their are no happy or cruel ways to think it just that moment once it gone again you must became like a still water....