She Devils
When she devils fight with such venom, to intervene would be just pissing in wind. There scorn creates those horns. Their jealousy turn them solid red. And with all the bickering you wonder if the if its worth it. From the manipulation words to physical fights its so absurd. Their are the victims of their own creation. Look in the mirror and meet your maker. Not so pretty is she. But yet they strut as if they got all right stuff. A sick, morbid, and twisted sense of self confidence. Your who their parents were and what they did to these poor women. Break the cycle if you can. But do not become part of their alternate ego. Tirading you around like a prom dress that only be worn one night. Theirs something that isn't right. Its like a hydra for if you cut the head of the one five more grow in it stead. Its superficially f*cked in head. I watch in horror as I know where this leads next. Boredom follows the suit and then its time for her to move on. Suckers a plenty waiting to be bated and hooked.
poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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