Don’t let the cotton candy hair and pleasing apple smile fool you.
I am made of steel and spikes,
Bone and ore
There lies beneath this soft white skin-a core of asphalt. A mighty center.
Miles of road. hairpin turns.
Freeway walls of profane graffiti.
I am a warrior in stilettos.
A survivor skinned in subterfuge.
I sing the sweet song of surrender.
The lavender hued call of love.
But underestimate me.
Belittle me.
Discount me.
And beware.
I don’t forget.
The slight.
The back turn.
I’ll remember.
I’ll outwit you.
And next time will head you off at the pass.
Beguile you with a sweetness that does not belie the deep chilly waters churning below.
I’ll disarm you.
Defile you.
Leaving you splayed, open and raw.
I laugh. Check my makeup in the yellow florescent. Reapply.
Leaving.
I am done with you.