Hussy

How cowardly could it be to Prefer to hurt everyone except yourself? Walking out the door when it gets too hot And everything is perfect Dark and blue lighting streaming into the blank faces glaring into the television of our lives What happens behind closed doors Drawn blinds Ebony Corridors Physical poetry blown out of proportion into dangerous schemes To leave before the system is rendered defenseless All the aches and bitter choking on addictive tendencies Packing up and leaving before it's too late To hand him the rope and tie it lovingly around his neck And watch him sway Its better this way, I say from underneath full lashes and a pout And he smiles and trusts me as he kicks the chair and Hangs, choking on my perfume lingering in the air Diabolical chemicals mixing up with miscommunication of misplaced love Blows me a last kiss I toss the match And he goes up in flames Walking away to find another sucker with cold hard cash and a surplus sex drive Noting his smile and eye color Tailor fitting the noose to perfection One after another Pushing the backs of chairs with quick stiletto heels Lines of brave men Dangling like leaves