Anger is her weapon
and violence her love
emotions wielded
mace-like
over those surrounding

A castle
no one
would ever lay siege to

No treasure beneath the
surfaces to entice
not even a Siren song
to draw them in...

She is a vortex
a one woman
maelstrom
and you would do well
to keep
a distance

It is not choice
that will pull you under
nor desire
that will rend you apart
but proximity
that will lay waste
to the landscapes
of your heart

The singer once said
that love would have to be spoken
in a song
love I can speak
I can sing
I can give
and feel in every language
but the enmity --
that is the unspeakable
and unspoken
for the judgment
that comes without
understanding:
of my identity
of my personality
even of words
until the basic sting of my nature
brings itself
front and center
so those natural
enemies
cannot survive it