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Power-Hungry

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She commands them like chess pieces.

Every new move is better than the previous one.

She does not care where her peace is.

It is an instinct she has, picking up every gun.

They laugh it off on late autumn evenings.

“That girl got lucky, no need to exaggerate.”

Her eyes are cold and mischievous beings,

And her tongue is so quick it levitates.

She knows they are coming for her neck.

The fanfares are blasting through the skyscrapers.

The tricks up her sleeve form a bottleneck,

And her power-hungry grin scares the neighbors.

She rules them like a deck of cards,

But every single joker thinks he is the king.

If she plays just one more ace this smart,

She will bring home your championship rings.

-JW

The Disaster Machine

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My skull budged under your blunt force,

It cracked like a leaf during a storm.

Still, I was yelling out for more

Even when I couldn’t keep myself warm.

You butchered my character in the dark,

I really wish your words left marks.

The steepest hills call me from a far,

And I want to go, but I don’t have the heart.

Yet, I have the spite of a sour truth,

Filling your pupils with rotten fruit.

No one roots for me when I finally shoot,

Fire away the rage, so honest and crude.

My fangs rip your manipulations to shreds,

They quote wise books you never read.

You stabbed me with thoughts until I bled,

Now I finish the painting in your color red.

These claws my destiny owns scare me,

They tear into my skin and wear me.

But my own voice, it becomes weary,

And the anger dies on a petal like a fairy.

“No way out of the destruction machine,

No need for sun, no need for gleam.”

As my power finally makes you kneel,

The darkness chants, not sure what it means.

-JW

Kittens

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Someone pointed it out passing by and I cannot shake the disgust

Of what the men following my scared scent were dying to discuss.

Oh, is the skirt too short and buttons too loose for your expensive taste?

“Such a pretty face, too bad all that make up and attitude makes it a waste.”

It’s not the first time this week I’m hearing this centuries old, morbid story,

And I’m not in my teens so I should take it easy and perhaps, just maybe, be sorry?

What a compliment though, their eyes and cars keep following wherever you go

Hence it shouldn’t be a problem, and even if it was – how would you know?

“You’re a lady after all, stop acting like you don’t enjoy being approached

With a bit of flirt, even if it’s scaring you – don’t yell, don’t bring the reproach.”

Keep your mind open if it’s disturbing, some kittens will be drowned in the making

But you can only change culture of power plays and toxic overtaking

If you don’t confuse it with innocent romance-baiting.

Berate all you want, but it’s still your beasts who deserve crating.

-JW