Weakness Will Not Do

Fire
burns bright,  burning
her from the inside.
The face of rage lit,  
 stands on her back,
 
Lies,
 they dont fit well today
Weakness, never got her
 anywhere, maybe chasing
rainbows,  dreaming
 of all the pretty  things,  
nice girls,  like.

Now,  
they  lay in a pile rusted,
broken,  like a corroded symbol
of life, after death
Something
she builds  strength from,
her pain, fortified with anger .

Fake......
 
She  stumbles,  
 over what  could be, probably
 isn't,  what never was ...
Her Hollywood face,
has lost  its beauty.
Doesn't matter,  she
never thought she was,
 anyway.

Watch
 her,  kiss destruction, reach
her tongue, down the throat
of comfort
With her soft eyes,
and gentle smile, she  dissolves
people  like melting wax.

Looking in the mirror ,
she likes,  how she looks
today
The rebar poking through,
so gracefully
 To dance with her now,
 would be  beautifully
grotesque
If we turn our heads
 she will only get darker