Because when I see the world, I see poetry.

The lights go down

And the spotlight shines upon my face:

Whispers to my eyelids,

Glows in my cheekbones.

You’re staring at me

In denial

You’ve forgotten what it feels like

The spotlight warmth

The smiles, the coos

I bow out of the spotlight

And into the night

I am Miss Murder—

Eternally single

Because no man

Can conquer me.

You cannot conquer me.

You are

A Scared Child.

Loving only until it hurts.

Blinks in the light and

I am back again:

Miss Murder

Here

To torture myself once more.