Alesia Leach Poet Quatrain

Abandon All Grace Here

I wore my sins like velvet lace,
Then set your garden all ablaze.
I never once said I was kind--
I only promised not to mind.

The chandelier you loved? It fell.
I laughed and called it “doing well.”
Your rules were quaint, but far too tight--
I loosened them with fire and bite.

Abandon all grace here, my dear--
The wine is sharp, the end is near.
The guests are ghosts, the cake’s a knife--
Let’s toast to your once-perfect life.

I dance in boots of shattered glass,
My lipstick’s poison, bold as brass.
The night is young, the mess is mine--
Now smile, love. You’re doing fine.

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Terry Cunningham June 2, 2025 at 10:59 AM Right on. I'm finding it hard to find a piece I can relate to. Thank you. Your metaphoric use of words are awesome. Keep penning

Garrett Bass May 29, 2025 at 8:06 PM The best behavior is performed while wearing that velvet lace and written in pen. XD Alesia Leach May 31, 2025 at 4:52 PM Garrett, I love that--velvet lace and ink, the true tools of rebellion! Best behavior? Only if it comes with a smirk and a spark. Thank you for reading and matching the mood so perfectly--cheers to sin in style!

Justin Bordner May 20, 2025 at 6:41 PM Life lived in spontaneity is soulful, to understand without judgement leads to wisdom, to kiss every day with no guarantees is freedom...I love the cavalier attitude in this life meaning poem Poetess. Very artistic psychology, "I dance in boots of shattered glass..." The honesty of coexisting antagonist/protagonist, sophisticated write...J.A.B. Alesia Leach May 23, 2025 at 4:43 PM Justin, your reflections always land like poetry themselves--thank you. You captured the heartbeat of this piece: defiant, damaged, dazzling. The dance between antagonist and protagonist isn’t always a fight…sometimes, it’s a waltz in broken glass.

Bias Fields May 19, 2025 at 12:46 PM Boils like a potion. Alesia Leach May 23, 2025 at 4:38 PM "Boils like a potion"--honestly, I’ll take it. Sounds about right for a brew like this one. Thanks for stirring the cauldron, Bias.

Paige Hind May 18, 2025 at 2:19 PM Whoa, this is heavy and icy at the same time, but strangely- it comfort, it bares to you. Some unusual imagery, adds to "fire and bite" Alesia Leach May 19, 2025 at 1:29 PM Icy and heavy--that’s exactly the weight I wanted it to carry, with just enough fire to burn through the pretty lies. I’m so glad the bite came through. Thank you, Paige, for stepping willingly into the wreckage.