I wrote this for the bloggersmeetup; thought I’d share it here too.
Am I Wicked?
©2017 E. R. Smith as Micheal Cleaves
Standing before my opinionated mirror, conversing,
“You are so wicked”, Mirror announces
Cutting eyes, I warn my accessory I will not hesitate to shatter him
“You are a wicked queen”, Mirror reminds
Yes, I have wicked symmetry to my face
Wicked curves cut my breasts, hips, thighs causing upsets
My tummy is only a bit naughty, four out of six packs
“How wicked am I?”, I ask, fishing
“Well, I watched you engineer a coup on that young man,”
“He became minion, following an impish grin”,
“Let out fiendish wails as you assaulted him”
“Wayward strands of hair tangled his speech”
“He is enslaved.”
Parting full lips, showing even teeth, a devilish smile
“Yes”, I admit, “I am a bit vicious”
“But, that young man would concur, my wicked is good.