Prepare for war

Some say

That to fight you must be dirty

You must have blood stains and tears

You must have callouses and a snarl upon your face

Your hands must curl into fists

And the only sound to leave your mouth is a

War cry.

 

But there is another fight

Shrouded with drugs and smoke and drink

Filled with side glances

And small smirks

 

With heels are sharp as any knife

And a smile just as deadly

And twice as cruel

They can cut you down before you

Even see them there.

 

So arm yourself with lipstick the shade of

Blood

And paint your eyelashes dark as the night sky

And prepare for war.

 

Minus the blood

and twice the smiles