The Piecemeal Man (abmann) wrote,
The Piecemeal Man

Stabbing the queen

Ember of Babylon.
Scintillating like sin and
, wilting in the street.
Stars like ash in her hair
she is the quiet drowning of peace.
, preaching the coming of dawn.
Jezebel running. The Dragon
Queen with blood red eyes
and pasties to match.

, chasing clouds of dust through razor grates
she fucks the broken after the effluent.
Because charity makes you hot like carving knives
, stabbing a staccato rhythm.
Harlot flying. Heroine to the dirt.

for what ever reason, this poem inspired by anathema device.
Tags: art, art-poetry, drugs, metaphor, sex
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