People say Life’s unfair, uncouth even,
Yes, a Xanthippe, a Rancorous Beast,
a Creature, mad...A Killer, a Demon,
unstable—unbelievably so, peace
is not the answer for this Wicked Witch
whose teeth are fangs, eyes of Eden's snakehead.
A forked tongue; anger on her lips, sweet with
a fantasy that stabs hearts of men, dead.
Still, to some, Life's a bittersweet lady,
prancing on broken hearts until weeping
as if her heart, too, were broken, fading.
Mouth frowns, eyes narrow. Is her heart bleeding?
Oh yes, Life’s a woman misunderstood;
Forever a Wild Thing, lost in the woods.
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