She Is the Undoing

A lady's gotta keep her hands clean—

For the love of science, blood splatter is serene.

Compassion in crimson, a Dexterous need,

Oh, look—got Jimmy on my shoe, must’ve danced in the bleed.

For the love of jokers, I'm a Harley Quinned queen—

Madness in makeup, with a hammered-out dream.

They stared, judged this body, said I looked like prey,

Guess who carries that grim artisan gene in

her DNA?

Ode to me

So, pardon my French—

You know I'm the air that you breathe

Like cow dung you can tell by my stench.

They thought I couldn't compete, but I don’t need to compare—

I build altars out of benches, make spectators stare.

In a flash she phased through reality

A born artist who preaches light, relishes in evil

Consumed by darkness, forever paints her duality.

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