It must be Wednesday

She is wearing the red dress again

The way it hangs from her

Like silk draped on a medical skeleton

 

its cold outside

we writhe together

like serpents

the fire blazing

inside and out

iggy sings fun house

we are sky high

our lips touch

the sky is golden

 

She has taken all her posters down

Implanted memories ripped from the wall

Leaving blu-tack craters and bad dreams

She has been hit again

She has been crying

Her mascara slides down her face

She drinks a diet coke

Wincing as she gulps it down

I wince too

For her

For us

 

we stumble through a graveyard

the opiates transform the slate grey sky

into a seething mass of electricity

the dust and dirt of the cemetery floor

sparkles and shine like kentucky nuggets

our hands entwined

our fingers embracing

i look at you

you have three mouths

i kiss each one

 

She begins to undress

The red dress falls and floats

Her arms are covered in cigarette burns

Like the surface of some sad, faraway planet

Bombarded by hate and disgust

Her breasts are as lovely as ever

Pert and welcoming

You can barely see the scars

She takes off her panties

I turn away

 

we lie together

levitating inches above the piss stained mattress

alone in our own worlds

together in our need

i pull a tooth from your mouth

the blood makes us laugh

you punch me then

and we drown together

in love and in denial

 

She turns to stare out the window

For an instance my heart disappears

She has seen me

But then

She closes the curtains

With a look on her face

That would break Deaths heart

My barbed wire angel

 

you are walking away

the blood seeps from your thrift store trainer

leaving a sick breadcrumb trail

i do not follow

just stab at my arm

for the last time