Dirty Little Secrets

Stepping into a myriad of personalities
With a whiff of jealousy protruding out of their blue veins
Walk through the charcoal heated pathway
leading into the vortex of judgement

Dirty little secrets
Dirty little stares
Stilettos as high as their ego
Foolishness as deep as their hidden wounds.

Power through their iris
Venom through their tongue
Shooting arrows on the battlefield
Armour closely strapped to the chest

Catering to these whims of fancy denial
Catering to these ice-cold darts
Stepping through the myriad of personalities
The whiff of jealousy prancing closely
Exiting the charcoal heated pathway 
Leading away from the sucked in vortex of judgement.

Dirty little secrets.
Dirty little stares.
All for none. 
All, but for yourselves. 

[ PS: This is written for pure entertainment. It isn't related to my story or anyone else's story. Neither does it refer to anyone in particular or any incident past or present. ]