Dressed to Kill

 

All dolled up with nowhere to go

A smile to melt any heart

And a heart of frozen glass

 

Betrayed by a lover
Who was ensnared by another

All dolled up and somewhere to be

 

An outfit to make jaws drop

An appointment to keep

And dressed to kill

 

A knife in a boot

My heart on my sleeve

And a crushing pain I’m gonna make you feel

 

You walk up and act so cool

But I act first

 

Nowhere to run

Nowhere to hide

A knife in your heart

And your blood on my hands

 

So how does it feel?

Dying for love?

Reviews

[Sami Khalil]

Nice poem .
I like the lines :
a heart of frozen glass...

[Trée]

Love the way this poem simply drips cold, like the silent pain of a drip, like the cold from the underside of a pillow. The two questions at the end I envision said with a smile neither here or there. Nicely done.

[John Stussy]

Preemptive strikes are dangerous and risky, but in situations like this, where it's hit or be hit, hitting tends to make it hurt less than being hit. Good poem.