Death & She...
She plucked the rose,
Crushed the leaves,
Hammered its petals,
Vigorously
Murderously
Till she squeezed out the liquid,
Filled her pen,
And wrote a lyric,
On a red balloon,
Floating, falling...
In the night of skyscrapers,
To bounce on an ambulance,
Speeding in the night,
With the circling flash of amber,
Hovering like chloroformed cotton,
Cavorting to the voodoo of the siren...
...and she sprinkled some perfume on herself!!
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