VIOLET VELVET
Today’s the day
Been invited to my lover’s party
His wife is expecting another baby
Another child whose father is going to be taken away
Today’s the day
Put on my French perfume
And my violet velvet gown
This cheating story will echo throughout the town
They’ll know this woman
Rags to riches
Hometown villain
Mistress to Mrs.
He was mine the day she was mad at him, For his indolence
He got drunk and walked out of his mansion
Passed out in front of my picket fence
And I let of him in
Today’s the day
I’m feeling so fearless
In my violet velvet gown
He gave gifted me last Christmas
Today’s the day
They’ll remember when they’ll witness
In the party, on her knees, she’ll beg for forgiveness
She’ll wail and whimper with snot running, all that funny business
Today’s the day
He and all his things will become mine
I was drunk and broke once upon a time
The world will me say things and not him
Even though he was my partner in crime
RED RIPPLES
Red are the ripples in water of her bathtub
From the rose bath bombs she brought home
The girl’s on the deckchair, the boy’s on drugs
The empty house is filled with eau de cologne
And I feel alone,
More than before
A place so unknown, once called home
I can hear the clatter of her heels
parading on the marble floors, where I once walked
what did he see in her that I am not?
I bet she will rue the killer in me that she unlocked
I bet I will love around her, the outline of a chalk
Red are ripples in the water of her bathtub
From the blood spurting out of her cut throat
The girl’s in the hammock, the boy’s with his thugs
And our man is in the river, afloat
And I feel alone
More than before
A place so unknown, once called home
2 Poems describing POV of two women in a very clichéd story, mocking the villainification of women in many stories. Either the home-wrecker or the crazy one.
First part: hellopoetry.com/poem/4234656/privileged-problems/