Today I am
vindictive,
Ugly,
and harsh.

I'm a wine
left to turn to vinegar.
Once red,
fine,
and precious,
but bitterness is all that's left.

Tonight the soft skin
of the secret parts of my body
I shared with you are hard,
and covered with a scally armor,
like a cunning snake.

This night,
I am jealous,
and cold.
The scheming
spiteful queen
from the pages of a book.
The horned monster
in the woods.

This morning is
a gentle pale blue,
painted with fire,
to burn the wicked witch.
You rallied the mob,
armed them with pitchforks,
and now,
if it's a villain you want,
it's a villain you shall get.

Because this,
this monster...
Is who I must be.
You screamed into the hearts
of my loved ones
that this is who I am.

After all,
you've never lied before,
have you?