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"
I like this a lot, Timothy. It flows very smoothly when read. I don't know if this was on purpose, but your repetition of the "s" sound throughout the poem adds to the great "sound" of it. Nice! :[ <-little fangs, haha!
