The Opaque Girl Poem by Chantelle Sackey

Her eyes speak a million words
she however, talks with her mouth.
Lies are her specialty

She spits poison on us
metamorphizing between a butterfly, a koala and lion
her claws run sharp
in preparation for battle she says
Foolish of her to not see
I am not dense

Scratches appear on her body
hiding in plain sight
I see it, I always will

Why then does she lie
I see her begging for it
"A sharpener for my claws"
she wants to bring back her light?
her broken heart sees not that's it darkness she begs for

Addiction is what it is
But, Who am I to say?
I am dense

He wants to bring her back to life
for his light shines brighter than the sun
making her fall harder everyday
Malheuresment
She is opaque