devious

 
the day was venomous and I with her
she spit piss, I death
black-eyed and swearing lucidity

I was dressed for war
combat boots and tutu
juxtaposed my feminity and hate
they weren't opposed to one another
rather highlighted my rage

to be a woman...no
to be cast as a villian...yes
I would be the anti-super-bitch
the day fumed--

smoke rose from her
the red in her neon halo pulsed fear
I look to her on a mission
fate accused me of larceny
furious I rose--

my anger evolve and grow
it had a will of its own
spiked words flew
my opponent turned blue

I looked on impassive
I wanted blood
the day feast off the carnage

then my anger turned on me
the burn was internal
an inferno of hate

in the end, meant for me