Behind the Sharp Turns
Whenever I pass by the mirror
I wish they could see beyond the
Chemical reactions of optical
Illusions, reversing all images
Back and forwards
Mazes through technical spins
Behind the Sharp Turns
There is something unexpected
Out of corners of corneas
Pupils dilating after an intellectual
Rollercoaster thrown through time
Sideways turns and flipping into
A distortion of who I really am
I’m beautiful I’m beautiful
With a battle worn scowl
Mean-muggin’ my way through crowds
You don’t know me
Scars are erased off my face
Closing off the portals to the bigger wounds
Inside, excess emotional propellers
Still
still
still pumpin pumpin
broken hearts with each revolution
Bleeding onto memories scented
With disaster and ill managed luck
My soul is messy
baby
i'll mess you up
Pen stained soul and fire element essence fades on with
Each flip of the switch
Each turn of the hand
Each and everytime
You find out the Devil can Slow Dance
I’m such a bad girl
Breathing air of sulfur and grief
Inside lungs who repent
Having met me
I’m sorry I’m sorry!
For igniting that burning sensation
That you cannot seem to kiss away
Once the caress of reason slides from my fingertips
Onto your back and such smoldering whispers
echoes through ears
The mirror breaks
Copyright © Bella Cardenas | Year Posted 2007
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