The Wearing Of The Green Dress Poem by Princess LilyPad

The Wearing of the Green Dress
Akin to the red rumbling fire you imagine rolls inside a boiling kettle
A drop kick to the lumbar of my spine, the lower region that makes me want to s$#t
Restless mind a guttural slicing mad dash turns across the frontal lobe
You murder us but my heart is still beating
Because you told me I could be great. Except all this- but for this.
slashing sashes through humiliations blanket for ribbons of shame
That adorn me as I walk roads littered with thorns.
How my desire creeps up and throws a wish upon you.
You could be great, oh so great.
In truths that seethe, slither just within my grasp
Slipping through my hands slipping off your mask.