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Round
and round the metal poles
Hips
swaying on the dance floor
Pink
hair, sparkle, and gloss
Her…the
one they call, whore
Beauty
meets beast
“Rub my
bottle, please set me free”
Oh no,
oh no, lady the devil is he
“And
forever your slave I will be”
Lovers’
triangle
Drugs,
guns, and sex
It’s
when the blood cycle stopped
That
she started to vex
The
moon shine full
Monsters emerge from the night
The
sound of new life silenced by something artificial
She
left herself in that plastic, when she disappeared from
light
Mother
and father no where in sight
Baby
left dying, crying, hadn’t even been fed
How
could you? How could you? Angels whispered
The
bitch! Should just drop dead
Bang
bang the sound of hammering
Sniff
sniff the smell of death
From
where? From where?
Gasp
gasp when he found it and held his breath
Land of
dead. Next! Take a number
She
walks, heart and soul wrapped in plastic as they whisper,
thoughts shared
Red
gates marked 11:11, she enters….
You
should’ve cared.
April
12, 2005
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