Me, me, wanna be 
Fancy face and carefree 
Oh my, my- with my head held high
Stiletto heels, showing off these thighs
This lady dawned a party dress
And I’ll bite your lips for much less
Stuck on thoughts from a former life
Hope you’re happy with your hapless wife
No, no, no more strife
Mice in your pie! Feel my spite!
Police carried me to the Home
And they don’t let me loose to roam
Padded rooms and bolted doors
Shooting me up with metaphors
Literary genius I wanted to be
Birds slam the window, I’m not free.

Author: Katestrawberry

I am a published author and writer/editor available for hire. I create abnormal, strange, and sometimes slightly erotic poetry. Crazy Girl. Creative Genius.

4 thoughts on “Stiletto”

  1. I thought I understood what this was about. The author said she felt something else about it. If you read this please in one word respond with what emotion or feeling you think it’s about. Thanks.

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