DARK POETRY “Vanity Blessed” by Tina McFarlane
My vices
posed as virtue
dressed in silk
and smelling of roses
My vices
posed as virtue
dressed in silk
and smelling of roses
Where I live
is not a place
of stuccoed walls and oak doors
arranged to fit
all that I am
And into the shadows, I climb
scale and scratch
fingers bloodied
He stares at me
singeing the hairs
on the nape of my neck
with eyes that hatred born
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