My mom, with the green
witch's casual, sour malice,
can verbally ****
But she is easily
deceived by disguise
- my body is a mask.
My submission is
but a costume - my calm
the offered lie.
I detest my own
pale, small, adolescent
answers - my weakness.
Sep 10, 2020
Sep 10, 2020 at 6:21 AM UTC
My mom, with the green
witch's casual, sour malice,
can verbally ****
But she is easily
deceived by disguise
- my body is a mask.
My submission is
but a costume - my calm
the offered lie.
I detest my own
pale, small, adolescent
answers - my weakness.
OK, we had a fight - we made up - but before that... poetry! =]
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