She spits fire Stands strong Feet planted: No mercy Unyielding
She is belladonna She is the femme fatale She is unattainable And she revels it that.
Solitude lends itself to sweet dreams and optimism Without the threat of slowing down Without the weight of children's bodies Without the teeth and claws of responsibility Sinking soul-shudderingly deep Into her body
Or so she tells herself When faced with her Swarms of unhappy thoughts Gnat-like they flutter Around her head
But she will not let them in
Because that is vulnerability That is admitting weakness That is being human