Dark Enchantress

With a chip on her shoulder
she came back looking for
a pity party

she must have found one
with hands holding tiny
tea cups

her fake tears drop from
her cold eyes while she asks
one lump or two

smiling on the inside nobody
knew she was ready to attack
her next victims

nobody asked where he went
what happened to him or if he'd
be back

her silent grin and oh so angelic
charm stung in all the right spots
as dark as she is