Citronella
Citronella
Her soul glows like a citronella candle flame at night
She doesn’t warm; just keeps the pests away with her toxic bite
She doesn’t need to beat those boys off with a bat
But she still likes to hit them, hear that crack
That wick’s so bright white they go blind when the see her sight
and look straight past her and see nothing of the poison hiding in her light.
But I’m a different type
I’m crazy as electricity
With me at night you can see
But stick a finger in a socket just to see what happens and I can kill you and burn everything you have – it’ll all be gone as hell
Watch out – I’m not your bedtime story in the light of your one night stand; don’t feel me up like you’re mistaking me for braille;
(That’s a rash, actually, so watch it.)
I don’t have veins, I’m all wired instead
You can kill me with a switch, but I will never be dead!
Copyright © Amy Sell | Year Posted 2018
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