barbara.
i, Woman, w/a machete
d
an g
lin
g
from the delicate of my hand
a hint of spent
channel #5
wafts through my demon~esq skin,
Pradas on my feet
head d e t a c h e d
a scandal on a carpet
blood drenches a chalk outline
of her pretty head; sirens wail ~
distant:
‘they’re coming for you, Barbara’
Kevorkian appendages heave you thru
& from and 2 Hell ~ paradise found;
i’ll be there in ten to life
just let me finish my cigarette.
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