she

she is the flame that engraves her own name into the very surface she gambles her life decisions upon

she has eyes that are far from tamed, gleaming at the sight of detrimental risk

she has the punch of arsenic

she is calamity upon your heart, she'll have you begging for more

she is also the sunset dripping into the horizon in the evening and soft humming of crickets in the middle of summer

she has the touch of absolute bliss, with an embrace from heaven

she smells of oranges and castor oil

she fills you with daydreams and unconditional love

she is, in fact, me

Reviews

[Malvika]

*she has the punch of arsenic*
I enjoyed reading the poem and liked how I ended. It's a great write it sort of motivates you to see yourself
and even appreciate a little.

[49k_jdys]

This is a really interesting poem. I love the way it ended. Is this a personal reflection?

[aspen]

thank you! i really appreciate it, and yes this is a personal reflection.