Devil In Disguise

Written by: Colin Marschall

Your sequin smile dazzles,
shining brightly as cubic zirconium.
Your words drip like a komodo dragons spit,
never allowing emotional wounds to heal.

Black manicured nails rip and shred
tender innocent hearts, while your kisses
spread the virus of loss.

Your body a temple, where many have worshipped.
Down on bended knee, sipping the communal vessel.
Turning devotion to slavery.

Your flick of hair the ultimate dismissal.

Around your neck stole of ego trapping
feelings in its death grip.
Spiders silk embrace wrapping masculine bravado,
to feed upon at your leisure.

Harbinger of social graces demise.
Bar room chat lines your auto cue,
to place the angel mask, again, upon evils smile.

Knowing all the right phrases, all the right moves.
Tonight’s conquest hanging to your apron strings,
hoping for the tender pat on fevered brow,
or sweet confines of fleshy hole.
Driving home to the rhythm of whores moans,
as your slime caresses turn the key
of one night stand intent to lifetime servitude.

Stiletto heels walking on broken dreams,
Kicking down feeble attempts of revenge.

I know who, and what, you are;
Yet still,
my hunger burns for you.