A rotten apple

You think of the woman,
With the uneven teeth-
Snarling away in her glory.
A rotten apple-
Who's rot all that she met-
Never let live the other.
Pity be heaped upon that character-
Who by default
Is a caricature of fate.
Mirth mires eyes glaring at her-
For she's a ragdoll-
Who's spoilt all.
Curly hair and black skin-
Mohenjo-daro akin-
She believes in love-
For all that it can give her.
Not what she ever could-
Coz she had none in her.
A baby she believes her own-
Is just a blessing of surrogacy on her.
She sticks around as she rots more-
Claims all lives all life within.
She sucks anyone out of spirit.
Lies trod her path -
As she fakes insecurity and disability.
She has no zeal and none of that self-respect
That she presupposes to harvest.
She blackens all beings.
May death come calling on her soon-
And free the man chained by her.