Patty du Merle/Poem

Irresistible.

''Her dancing green eyes? Impudent smile?''

Yeah, not quite...

Irresistible were the trinkets that filled her pockets

Swiped by dirty hands with ragged nails

Irresistible was the urge to collect

Irresistible was her need

Her need for things

Her need to be right

Her need to prove that it's not a big deal

They weren't gonna use it

I'm sure they had it coming for something.

Endless self-righteousness, her crowning jewel

Her innocence, defended with tooth and nail

After all, the idea of never being wrong

Always was irressistlbe.