( she sat with
one nylon
pulled past
her knee

the sight of a rose
on an
indented thigh
shocked
the breeze

it was
the color
of a broke
tattoo )

a cold
winter storm
pulled at
the cramp

on sharp
european wood
she blossomed
in front
of a murderer
eye
black as the
sting in
lucifers lip

dark pools of
featureless stains
flooded
her retinas

again
a womans
hope
was drawn
crimson

( an american
tale left
the woods
on a shard
of death

and a
crowd of
dingos )