my eyes sting with remnants of my makeup and venom, the drops watering nightshade belladonna poison ivy
my face is red with sorrow and rage as if my veins are vents of burning magma waiting to erupt
my heart beats thunderously to the sounds of all my wishes all my vows like an earthquake warning the world of its deafening tremors
I am not the picture perfect girl they so wanted me to be
no I am wrath I am power I am so
Much
More
than they ever thought I could be