Painted lady

kitty the naughty poet

Black shallow eyes stare into the night

surrounded by the demons recoiling from sound

the sound of laughter sung in the light

hollow cheeks and a painted mouth

witness Día de los Muertos witches dance in the shadows

twirling to the sound of jazz from the trombone playing loud

and swaying from guitar strings strum in the crowd

holding their familiar close to their hearts

amber eyes and sharp claws

whiskers that tickle across bare skin

pointed teeth to rip out your throat in one spin

beautiful painted lady alive for just one night

before passing back over to the other side

  • Author: kitty the naughty poet (Offline Offline)
  • Published: June 15th, 2022 00:57
  • Comment from author about the poem: I painted her myself
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • orchidee

    Good write and Pic Katie. Did Kitty pose for you while you painted her?! heehee.



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