Her petulant tone
Far too loud to ignore
Matched the cacophony of sound
As her toys hit the floor
Smashing on impact
Into venomous shards
Which she ground into dust
With complete disregard
Always centre of stage
By diverting attention
With a shift in the gaze
Came a new reinvention
Her stiletto spiked feet
Were a stake through the hearts
Of the men she would lure
From their betrothed, counterparts
Never pausing for breath
The next victim in sight
A shiny acquisition
Her actions could blight
And as day became night
And as night became day
She’d manipulate her friends
To ensure her own way
Then one day, Karma crossed
Her designer styled threshold
And held up a mirror
Revealing what was foretold
She screamed at the image
Of the devil’s reflection
Seeing all the deep lines
In her botoxed complexion
And so her heart shattered
Into one million pieces
Her soul taking its cue
As her last breath releases
I like a poem with claws!
Me too 😉