torn labels

mobs of red                          lipstick  white
teeth meet battle

head in back seat
scarf on th vinyl

                       th blacksmith
                       th original weapon
                       th chemist
                       th rapist
                       th crusader

th woman               takes humanity,
                               gives it a nickname
                               and holds it close to her desert

shut up th curtains
start th confessions
cushion on th floor
finger traces along

her head back                  skin adorned with faint symbols
                                           military training
                                           religious twist

burn like a fantasy
passion locked up in weapons
  she runs into th desert
  she runs into th city

# posted by hardyf : 19:32