THERAPY SESSION

two » v i r a g o

i could spit on your feet
turn your skin to darker dawns
fade your veins to lighter greys
paint your bones with deadly pens

yet i watch the passengers
outside the window
pitying with empty glares
and shut my mouth

as you watch me closely
inside the room
laughing with burning stares
and disgust in your eyes.

because i am virago
i don't like to be odalisque
burning stares don't faze me
i'll initiate an inferno

in my mind.