Farouche.

A Poem by Cassidy Mask

Short and a bit s**t. 3 haikus.

I was never ‘in’

They didn’t take kindly to

Scales instead of skin

I was never liked

With red lips spitting fire

And a tongue that spiked

They called me farouche

Fire-breather, monster, snake,

My tears ran awash.

© 2010 Cassidy Mask

Author's Note

YOU win ;)

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Beatrice Mars

This is so sweet and sad at the same time...love the rhymes

Posted 15 Years Ago

EMP

GRRRRRRRRRRR.
what are you on about my love? this is an AMAZING poem! it rhymes :') it's short and kinda cute! i love it. damn it c.m. you win again. :D *insert heart*

Posted 15 Years Ago

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Added on December 12, 2010
Last Updated on December 12, 2010

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Cassidy Mask

Singapore

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I'm at art college in Singapore. "...I never heard them laugh. They had, Instead, this tic of scratching quotes in air - like frightened mimes inside their box of style, that first class carriag.. more..