the green witch

OK, My mom and I had a fight - we made up - but before that - I get to be editorial - in poetry! =]

My mom, with the green
witch's casual, sour malice,
can verbally kill.

But she is easily
deceived by disguise
- my body is a mask.

My submission is
but a costume - my calm
the offered lie.

I detest my own
pale, small, adolescent
answers - my weakness.

Author's Note

all comments welcome