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.