Strangers call me “sweetie”
It’s funny how these blues can mask and hide
All the ugly that lies beneath.
This smile, I don’t flash it to be kind….
It appears when I think about what I want to do to you,
The marks I want to leave behind, prints in your skin
Left in the wake of greed and lust, and maybe a sprinkling of anger.
I grin because you underestimate me
And I can picture the shock and dismay in your eyes
When you at last have a grasp
Of how un-sweet I truly can be.
Take your lollipop
And shove it.
(Written December 31, 2011)
A Burd in Flight 