The dripping black descends her back.
The blue lips (painted onyx black)
against her battered knees they rub—
But who is babbling in the tub?
I don't recall the drowning but
the ocean raging flaming red.
I hovered high above the flesh.
The sirens; flash; then silence 'gain.
That scent of skin, dissected fresh.
The little mermaid...living dead.
The blue lips (painted onyx black)
against her battered knees they rub—
But who is babbling in the tub?
I don't recall the drowning but
the ocean raging flaming red.
I hovered high above the flesh.
The sirens; flash; then silence 'gain.
That scent of skin, dissected fresh.
The little mermaid...living dead.
