Kris’s Miss

Kris Miss Something about junkiesNew York city sleazethe hands of clap, murder wrap, electric razor bleeds I seen you reflecting neoncigarette burns on your wristscity grime in your auburn wig, bruises on your knees Let’s celebrate the city that never sleeps24 hour opportunitycocaine flowing freely Take a BIG Bite from the Big Apple, yellow trailsContinue reading “Kris’s Miss”

Six Lines/ A Pain Endours

Six Lines/ A Pain Endours She comesand she is feltby mourning breathalong with silencefaceless shadowsserpentine desire She comesas raven clawthe huntressthe golden chalicethe holy torchUnspoken vaticination She comes with wild eyeslying heartdesperate intentionsFuneral grandeurTo ghost the innocent She CameAnd destroyedBreaking PromisesHiding her facewithin her actionLaughing at his pain Β  MB93Β  2023πŸŒ’πŸŒ•πŸŒ˜Β  SMIBΒ  93/93

Wasted Angel

Wasted Angel Wasted angelGargoyle rooftopsguardiansSee the cummingOfSinister Samdressed inshadowsarmed with     switch blade                  Talents He can carve his Name Into anybody’s soul All aboardLast reproachHeremains aloneIn a distant           Dusty seat Of the LastScheduledPassenger cartheL trainSlowly rollsaway… Three stops laterAt precisely 12:05am(the dicks would later call in) BrandishingHis knife-edgedneon IntentExposes her breast In Full form In publicContinue reading “Wasted Angel”

Tough Luck

Tough Luck White trash whoreRed headed step childKnock off Chuck’s with holesAnd broken laces High waters Stained tank topsKool Aid smile…If she could force one 7th grade rumor millIn full effectThere ain’t no judge or jury GUILTY AS CHARGEDGUILTY AS CHARGED Walk the halls in ShameCustodian’s sideways glancesAt her more than ample ChestVoyeurs DestroyersOne dayContinue reading “Tough Luck”

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