She’s dressed in compromise
with a splash of anaesthesia
Lost in the scars
She’s wreaking ruins
with a touch of benevolence
Tangled up in a mess
She’s covered up in scotch
with a hint of animalism
Disoriented in the haze
She’s cleansed in affection
with a pinch of pandemonium
Invisible to the
She’s laced in anarchy
with a shot of jangle and bedlam
Slipping in oblivion
She’s cauterizing affection
with roses in her palms
Scatterbrained colors