Bitter And Twisted Poem by Annette Aitken

Bitter and Twisted

She sits there like the quiet church mouse
thinks butter wouldn't melt her mouth
behind her evil eyes are bleeding
the jealous bitch starts her scheming.

Untrue words come spilling out
that gaping hole she calls a mouth
behind the sweetness lies a whore
tries to take from what is yours.

Selfish bitch in a world of delusion
thinks its love, but so confusing
she wants her cake and eat it to
if only the bitches husband knew.

She wants a bit of, what's, not hers
to taste forbidding fruit, or burst.