Ruth Walters (London, U.K.)

Tear away her chains,
those naughty wrist cuffs,
necklace, hot boots,
red lipstick

see, under her pink camisole,
there's a heart beat,
flickering,
fading, diminishing.

Tear away her smile
and there's a dark place,
mixed with a poison
and it will be!

String along for the ride
and she'll kiss you,
lick you,
destroy you.

Tear away from desire
for she's a demon,
a she witch
a devil in disguise.