does she look meek to you?
or
does she look haughty?

she utters no words
she finds solace in answering
she is too tired to ask you questions
and she has gathered enough
to know all about you--

she has a better eye
she needs no words
to know your heart-

she is a creature of mystery
a creature of thousand words you can never know--

she knows before you can tell her
she knows before you can question her

it's in her nature to outline a bone
at a time
to breathe into her art
to see what it wants to show

a picture it does show her,
a picture she does see

did you know,
your picture
shows her a
dragon?
vicious, execrable
loathsome
green eyes

eyes of a dragon
in her nightmares?

your words
your very existence
echo off her head

she detests every moment
your words
play golf
in her brain

I hate her, she is more than a mouthful-- an extravagant presence-- pride in her pockets--  that gloomy expression, the cold eyes-- dispiriting social skills-- permanent haughty curve-- meek hands-- look at her unshapely nails-- little opprobrious things to bring shame upon humanity-- does she write poetry with those hands?

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footnotes: can she hate you for that would not make a difference between you and her?
she wishes to be nothing like you so she will pass this chance.

once in hell, remember the words, remember the feelings you injected into your eyes and voice, once upon a green moon.

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©VioletEden

7thJuly2017