By Devil lyn
i, Woman, w/a machete
from the delicate of my hand
a hint of spent
wafts through my demon~esq skin,
Pradas on my feet
head d e t a c h e d
a scandal on a carpet
blood drenches a chalk outline
of her pretty head; sirens wail ~
'they're coming for you, Barbara'
Kevorkian appendages heave you thru
& from and 2 Hell ~ paradise found;
i'll be there in ten to life
just let me finish my cigarette.