she ain't pretty

for all the girls I've loved before

She is so

smooth ...

and her 

smile is

dazzling

white,

She holds

her pinky

quite daintily

when she 

sips her

breakfast tea ...

She spends her days

impersonating

little hummingbirds

blue butterflies 

and daisies

swaying in the breeze ...

She wouldn't

give you her water

if you were on fire,

but if I told you that 

She'd say 

I'm a liar ...

once 

She's finished 

with you

She kills you

and eats you

piece by piece.

All along 

She's been hiding her.

the spider inside her 

ain't pretty

She just looks

that way

Author's Note

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[sette]

like the end of the poem keeps me surprised

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