Broken skin.
Pooled with venom.

At needle point.
My blonde wig burning.

My mouth makes.
The shape of invective.

Of serpents.
Where they shouldn’t.

Be your hands.
Distressing when ruby.

Hollowed heart left.
Pulsating.

Pool of oil.
Spat up blood.

What’s the difference.
Tell me desire.

Deep wounded.
To understand the death.

The death of God.
We were killers then.

They left me tied up.
With dead things buzzing.

I promise.
I promise.

Barbed wire.
In the lineup.

Topless.
Grinning.

My mouth makes the shape.
Cherry stem knotted.

At my feet.
The lit match.