Dangerous Women Poem by M.C. Bruce

Dangerous Women



Her heart was a loaded gun
She went through this world
With the hammer half cocked
A bullet in the chamber.

Her heart was a switchblade
Waiting impatient for the flick
Of a button so it could come out
To do its bloody business.

Her heart was a box of poison
It never pumped blood, only arsenic
It would do its dirty work
The moment after you recognized the taste.

Her heart was a sawed off shotgun
Hidden beneath her long coat of ribs
She would swing it out and fire
Just when you didn't expect it.

Monday, September 29, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: women
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After a full night on the internet reading about toxic celebrities.
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M.C. Bruce

M.C. Bruce

Orange, California
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