her shifty grin’s..
the silver dagger cloaked
in drunken charmy
swagger,
and i’m deaf from
fire alarms
again,
maybe it was the gold
leaf drizzled over
flaky rust,
or the way her boot
stomp left me
a hill of
dust,
++++
come on, forked
tongue, go on
carve me
up.
Ruby Fangman
igram: https://www.instagram.com/gèèrumpygorman/?hl=
..from crown to gut.
Femme fatale… Be careful 😉 Good one!
Kind thanks!