Treasure Island

Dion Warr


Demons Wife


/Blood red heels
/Click clacking on down our secret kept streets
/Her tight black fitted dress
/Darkness kisses her body well
/Long Red hair fallen from her scalp to her back
/As if Mars cracked and became her
/Freckles perfectly spotted on her face
/The smile of the devil
/The men fall to their deaths glimpsing at her
/Choking on erections
/Coughed up food coloring
/Dropping like dolls cut from their strings
/She's the puppet master
/Walks down the stairwell to her underworld
/Sits on the lap of an immortal
/There is no woman quite like her

Submitted: Saturday, March 01, 2014
Edited: Wednesday, March 05, 2014

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