She!  the one with blemish on her forehead

 
She  
the one  
with blemish on her forehead
marked thick
by her addiction to inflict conflict
on her own soul
addict she became
of the fake and paradox
 
a perennial agitator
with a soul of a ballerina
dancing alone with the flames
of the remnant ammunition
from her last battle with love
 
with frost covering her hair
it is easy to be fooled
into thinking she ain't the one
whom people call a hothead
 
she
the endless servant
to the earthborn
bathed in waters murky
 
 
they crack opened her bones
with pistols and other devices
a bleep is what they heard
a beam is what they saw
the ballistic didn't miss
but they did  
miss the baseline
 
a parrot flew past
a white one, very fast
the entity called soul
don't need no airport
to depart
 
the earthborn  
saw their blunder
clenching fists
and grinding teeth
 
for she
the one with the blemish on her forehead
left a thick mark on theirs
 
 
 
 
© KDAmB 2017. All rights reserved.
 
Author's Note: Written originally for Magdalena's "Word Placement" comp.
https://deepundergroundpoetry.com/forum/competitions/read/9616/#393199