Bona-fide virago,
former vixen charm.
Teary gazes only go so far in
an unveiled shower of splinters.
Iron smell fills the air here and
swiftly fades in a humid rush.
The Fuseli of porcelain tries a
second time to paint the most scarlet scene.
Fox rot is hard to find and
even harder to paint with,
but I have plenty
of Fallen Angels.
Written by Janette B on October 25, 2022. FUCK COPYRIGHT!