Valley of the dolls
Masks sinking in the bay
Pretending there is perfect
Is always in the way

Wide eyes that know the truth of you
A smile that hides the rage
A door cracked for the womanhood that has a wild edge

Fem asks me if I’ll reflect her yet
Like drinking sand from a petal stained with blood
Red is her color and she wants it back
Power, lust, instinct, and the phoenix breathes a flame.

Find me, burning
Find me, tied down
Find me, soaring
Find me, underground
Find me, calling
Find me, dead
Find me, invited
Find me, feminine.

A wild woman with a wild smile, with wild eyes who hide the truth.