the taste of fine-tuned rage spilling out of a mouth turned up in painted smiles pretend smiles faked smiles

i can’t fit the smiling compliments inside of me, i try to make room for the‘pretty’ and ‘beautiful’, but i am overflowing with what you painted me in.

it was never enough tobleed myself dry, “you will never change

i was brought into this worldfrom a prayer, palms together,but never once did you expect meto be your biggest regret.

i learnt anger the way a childis taught to write their name,spelt “sorry” before i could read

i am not pretty or beautiful, just like you told me,with a paintbrush dipped in cruelty

i am a girl with the devil in my eyes and hades as my lover, dancing our way to an underworld, where he pins me againstthe wall and fingers out of me a silent confession

her dream was dipped in honey; of a girl with hair like fire and eyes like the night sky

pleas for forgiveness dropping like sweat or red rain or tears from the monster’s mouth and the devil laughs scathingly “i did not control you” and misbahas become nooses throwing the world into fire and fog smears the streets