In windy weather
As I crawl in venom
A blood spreading
Dark and seldom
A proof how
Something beautiful can be so painful.
The avant-goût
The aftermath
Of a bittersweet little creation
I'm a woman
I'm the mother of all nations
Who see my weakness
In the place of their primitive pieces
I will remain the leader
With blood-stained hands
Even when my hormones level decreases.
YOU ARE READING
CHAOTIC.
Poetry2# SLAM January 9th 2019 And you know you're creating art When your heart is slowly falling apart.
