I Am

I am…..
Toxic
Poison
Venomous
Deadly
Woman
I…
am Woman.
My touch is toxic.
Everything I hold between these hands is instantly my entity.
My hands have meticulously inspected each grain of sand that
Father Time fucked Mother Nature on
so now they know exactly how a super nova feels
when suspended between natural explosions.
These palms preliminarily produce predominately progressive prophecies.
They know the secrets of secrets
mastered the art of being mysterious,
sensual,
powerful
encrypted and gifted,
toxic and oh so talented.
though deadly
My pulse is poisonous.
Life’s elixirs flow through vessels that braid into patterns underneath this exterior.
Veins be hungry so I feed them ink,
and let it bleed into pulmonary arteries.
I carry stories in these elixirs.
Poison has never tasted this lovely.
My vernacular is venomous.
My tongue will leave you stunned.
Standing in awe of how beautifully you’ve just been ear fucked.
Eardrum cumin poetic scriptures into your cerebral
I’ll leave you so addicted
to what my bic did
that you’re forced to perform silent soliloquies on lonely nights
when I can’t be found wreaking microphones.
Trust me,
these fangs wound deeply
so be easy…..
I walk with purpose
wife of Earth,
widowed before father time saw fit…
which makes the moon my bastard
these stars are my grandchildren
disowned by Sun.
rivers are jealous of me
“Their children sing the blues”
“I am weaving a song of water”
And oh what a tangled web I weave.
Intertwining history with pieces of hearts and souls lost
I watched me…
made into a martyr before my own eyes.
I didn’t choose it,
but for now I’ll accept it
carry broken on belly,
hands drenched in the blood of souls.
Red as love lost that leaks from these branches.
Damn it I hate this,
I mean made this,
I’m blameless
nameless
faceless
so face this.
I am
a constant reminder of the woman I came from.
Powerful,
and deadly.
I was born from this.
It courses through my being
like my soul was made of ether
spirit on fire,
pupils made into nitrogen bombs,
it’s so easy for me to give you death stares isn’t it?
My tears are corrosive,
they have the power to eat through any hard exterior you my present to me.
I am all of these things.
Destined to become
since the day her teeth pierced through ripe skin
though I was never really that found of apples…
I will wipe this juice from full lips.
I’ve learned how to live with me.
So beware of the things you can’t understand
let alone control.
The chrysalis phase is over,
I bare wings lined with razor blades
I emerged from the flames of my own rage.
Choked on the feathers I plucked from my own wings.
I grew to be this
Venomous Vixen
Poison Princes
Toxic Temptress
deadly and beautiful
I am.