All over her
I see it
The fire
Arms spinning like a red baton
Waiving ferociously
At the world to blame
Speaking in tongues
The rue morgue
Foaming over the banks
Insulted by the cloth of poverty
Her dirty, masculine hands
"It is mine! It was meant for me!"
"Have pity for me!"
"Speak woefully in my absence!"
And
"Give me the attention I conjur!"
The onlookers can see
But not with their eyes
From under their breast
The stage is only a false
Perception of foundation
Truly perpetuated by shame
The fear burns
The dragon cycle of breath
Smoldering on
Her sharp stare
I see it
The fire
@Red Hammonds 2014
I see it
The fire
Arms spinning like a red baton
Waiving ferociously
At the world to blame
Speaking in tongues
The rue morgue
Foaming over the banks
Insulted by the cloth of poverty
Her dirty, masculine hands
"It is mine! It was meant for me!"
"Have pity for me!"
"Speak woefully in my absence!"
And
"Give me the attention I conjur!"
The onlookers can see
But not with their eyes
From under their breast
The stage is only a false
Perception of foundation
Truly perpetuated by shame
The fear burns
The dragon cycle of breath
Smoldering on
Her sharp stare
I see it
The fire
@Red Hammonds 2014
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