Cleopatra

She swings and she sways

To the trill of the piano,

With a facade of blonde hair

And the red lips of a vixen

To hide the fear held in her eyes

Of the terminal illness

Dancing in her veins

From dusk ’til dawn.

Trapped

“Oh, hello, dear” with a bite

Caught off guard, I slip, I fall

This alligator, such a fright

I brace myself for the oncoming brawl

I think to myself I’ll stand, I’ll fight!

But the trip took it’s toll and I must crawl.

She catches me, my ankle, with her teeth

And envelopes it in a sharp pearl sheath.