The Green Witch Poem by anais vionet

The Green Witch

Rating: 5.0


My mom, with the green
witch's casual, sour malice,
can verbally kill.

But she is easily
deceived by disguise
- my body is a mask.

My submission is
but a costume - my calm
the offered lie.

I detest my own
pale, small, adolescent
answers - my weakness.

Thursday, September 10, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: fight,mom,parents
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
OK, My mom and I had a fight - we made up - but before that - I get to be editorial - in poetry!=]
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anais vionet

anais vionet

Paris, France
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