The Only Difference Between Being Sassy and Being an Asshole is How Many People Laugh

She's a beautiful, disastrous, thing.

Her lips, dipped and dripping in poison ink,
One ball of sharp wit, pulled back in her sling.

She's got nuance gripped,
a knife in her pocket.

Her eyes are crackling,
alight in the socket.

She wields words as weapons.

But, maybe she shouldn't.