my book of random poems

"Mad Woman"

I live alone
Constantly chilling men to the bone.
In my home of auburn red,
The campfire isn't the only fire that burns
While I let tears be shed.

My dress may have been a creamy white
But as you and I fight
I watch my skirt glow red in the light.
I'm a violent dog, I bite.

There's trouble in the air.
Of course, you don't seem to care.
"That's what I live for!"
That's what you said to me as you opened the door.

Wise up,
Eyes up,
"Elizabeth!"
...No one likes a mad woman.