A discordant chord trolling in cacophonous unison Bearing too high a pitch Too low a moral Too eccentric, Who runs with the daunting things A Stygian raven amongst the bevy of doves Lead hearted, and bull headed Maleficent I who have felt the caress of magic beneath weary bones Draped in obsidian as my hue of choice Teeth fashioned from broken glass Heart stitched with brick and mortar A creature of abominable sin Daughter of no one but the pen that birthed her That did cradle her mind plagued with mire, Nursed wounds preserved with salt and hell fire Un pardoned, and cast out A blot on the brightest sheet of paper What do you see?

Reticent Shy, timid Most harmonious when confined to ones self Possibly strewn beneath obsidian sky Smothered beneath their own matter Retreating into the foliage of their own thoughts Lacking a facial expression, polished and pristine Guarded and walled Likened unto Fort Knox Like a white board bleached Perhaps A tad bit Selfish Inward thinking Introspective without cause Busy? Or busting in self with being self absorbed Tuning out emotions that don’t ring as loud as their own? Avoiding communication, and activities that occur outside of myself Being inclined only to myself Maybe just simply selfish?