
You are in the presence of a dangerous woman,
one unashamed of her blood--
I'll smear it on your fucking face.
Unafraid of my own voice--
I'll use any voice I want (maybe steal yours)
Unapologetic for my rage--
consequences
You've been warned
(a million times, yes, I know)
Flouting with bravado how flippant
you can be in the face of danger,
taunting it like the world's
worst show-off in front of
a caged lion.
Come closer, little boy.
Make faces at me,
jeer and sneer iin my face, expecting
everything to keep the stasis
you're so infatuated with.
I anticipate with glee
the shock and blood on your face
when you come too close to my bars
and my claws find the space between,
slashing out loud.
About the Creator
Harper Lewis
I'm a weirdo nerd who’s extremely subversive. I like rocks, incense, and all kinds of witchy stuff. Intrusive rhyme bothers me.
I’m known as Dena Brown to the revenuers and pollsters.
MA English literature, College of Charleston



Comments (1)
Ayyyyyyy this fire.