red plastic wings
Pink magic marker
Whispers in tongues
Over the damage scribbled
Up her leg
Tender flesh
Torn
By the teeth
That reach up inside
And bite and gnaw
And feed
On her youth
She runs
Holding hands
With the eye
Of the camera
Letting it
Seep in
And watch her search for love
A comfort to hold
In all the wrong crevices
She takes him
Holds
The man that is
This boy
Fingers aren’t all she’ll
Swallow
Tonight
Maybe some other night
She’ll find enlightenment
In the 7-11 parking lot
Dusty stale
Exposed
She’ll find her
Red Plastic Wings
And she’ll dance with them
Into the light
Neon aura
That holds dominion over all
But not tonight
Tonight
She’ll
Fall into herself
Crawl
Into the backseat
Where he lays
Drinking life from
The shadows