speak to her in blasphemies wild and unkempt
curls and whirls a tangle of swirls
the wind sweeping sweetly
about her face
give her a taste of the brand new place
and plant little nothings in her womb gardens
they'll never stick
for her time has slowed
and body called to radioactivity
come here and lick
the nuclear holocaust from her chin
laid bare beneath
the neon concealer
all the little lights
turned on by her smile
1 comment:
I really like this one, and it kind of scares me.
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