October 7, 2009

Harsh light, lowlight,
Fistfight, wild laugh;
Fever, passion.
The story of despair,
Smiling, night-black.

Snakes draped, poison clouds.
Burned if you touch, burned if you don’t.
Can’t stop me, can’t feel me,
But you know me,
And I know you.

I’m in you.
I smile with your lips,
Gaze with your eyes,
Fight with your fists,
Fuck with your skin.

War clings to me – child, snapshot,
Camera boy, poster child.
He’s nothing.
I’m the real bitch,
And I’ve only just begun.


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