The Harlot Shake

absolutely stunning or,
absolutely cunning?



the devil dances
with all of us
at least once,
how did you fair?
did you step on his toes
and kiss his nose
stumble like a dumb bitch
who couldn't know,
where was your heart
there, in the moment
frozen
unaware?,
who were you then
as you danced,
you saw the mirror,
I know you glanced,
reflection is a strange thing
especially when dancing with an enemy
or one rather to be feared
tell me what you saw,
I know your eyes veered,
was your true self visible
you know,
the monster we all hide
or was it an angel,
one we all claim to live inside,

I question you now
because I can,
and I'm about to dance again,
I will glide
perhaps even fly
across the floor made of fire,
twirling and twirling
to words spoken by
the greatest of liars,
believing it all soaking it in
paying for another's sins
yes, yes I will dance
I do not want another chance,
let me burn as I turn
let the flames lick my feet
I will not feel a fucking thing
knowing what hides,
I have nothing to fear
for a monster shall be there,
and that's okay
it's exactly what I want to see
the real evil me