Look at my legs
My feet
My face.
The beaten bruises
Hidden
By hosiery and stiletto
The dripping off
Concealer
Look at my eyes
Bloodshot and
Frenzied
In vengeful rage
And righteous fury.
Look me in the eye
As you spit upon
Me and
My grave.
Gaze upon me
My feminine wiles
—that are perhaps called
Uranian—
Look at
My battered heels
Torn up stockings
Ragged dress
Look at me
As I
Rise from the
Grave you made
Me
Dig.