My Life In Word

 LOW TIDE

 Her low tide
 Helps keep her in stride
 When she's about
 — Without a doubt —
 To lose her effin' mind
 She becomes an unrefined
 Sling blade killin' machine
 Of nightmarish dreams
 So don’t let her coyness fool you
 She is a prizefighter of unparalleled thew
 She is her very own chainsaw massacre
 A regular man-of-war
 She's ready, willing and able
 And just a tad unstable
 So when her tide begins to rise
 I think it truly wise
 That you slowly back away
 So that she may
 Allow her low tide
 To keep her in stride
  
 Simona A. Brinson 

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