Cruella De Vil

She walks around with a bag slung on her shoulders
And an aura of negativity reeking off
Her eyes shoot bullets of confidence
She walks in the room like she owns everyone
And sets a place for herself
Our eyes swoop low
No one looks her in the eye
Red hair whips across her face
As she laughs in a way
That sends shivers low our spine
That makes the blood curdle
That makes us want to curl in a ball
That makes us have nightmares
And I would tell you that we’re scared
And you would think that we’re scared
But we’re not

The queen is a wreck
We fear her not, we pity her
She is a sadistic being
Finding joy in troubling the weak
And making them tremble
Until they drown in apologies
And until they fall at her feet
She looks at them
And adds another pair of soul
In her jar of “Weaklings”
We are all voids
Empty vessels
Robots following our monotony
And crumbling down in pieces
Every time she walks in
She is our queen of evil
She is our captor
She is our hatred and our melancholy
She is Cruella De Vil.

7 Comments Add yours

  1. Meh says:

    U suck


    1. Adt Patel says:

      Wow. Aren’t you just adorable?


  2. Ameena k.g says:

    Aw, despite the atrocities, at the end of the day rather than fear her, the character actually just pites her. Well done. And there’s Something catchy about the name 😄

    Liked by 1 person

    1. Adt Patel says:

      Thank you so much Ameena!
      I know right, it’s like a twist in the tale. Really though, why would you chose people to hate you rather than love?

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      1. Ameena k.g says:

        Exactly! But then, I guess we are all different. 🙂

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