She sits
Fingers waving mindlessly
The air is tainted
as the corner man waits
Smoke blooms from his cigar
The end is near
For both
And for a sad story
Cycling her eternal life
Earthbound
Hell bound
Incarceration.
Red rivers flow
The corners of a mouth adored
And feared like the lord
She whispers in a siren's voice
"come to me"
"make this easy"

03/17/2009

Posted on 03/18/2009
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