The Importance of Being Wicked.
Amazing poetry by a talented writer. Please read and enjoy her work.
I know the importance
of manners and kindness.
Every now and
then though, I take
advice from the devil,
who likes to massage
my shoulder.
I break the cup of tea
and guzzle from a
wine bottle. I rip
apart my dress of
virtue and fornicate
with the wild flowers.
I dance naked through
a continent of imagination.
Stopping to wink coyly
at the opposite sex
Sometimes I swim
on a full stomach
and dress as a
category five hurricane
Finding passion in
every swirl. He tells
me, I’m such a pretty,
little savage.
He encourages me to
be reckless with my
destruction. Briefly,
the world stops for me.
I speak without language.
Then I awake in a bed
of obligation and social
graces, a world of selfless
and righteous living.
Posed. I rise and begin
my day. The devil hides
under the pale satin of
my dress. Later, we
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