Sexually violent slang she spurts out in wit
In the cut of red dresses the surgery split
A piece of stained hay in a polished needle stack
He cleaned her out swiftly from front to the back

Flirting here is part of the ritual
Student becoming teacher is habitual
Expressing one’s vision down to a stitch
Makes the writer the only honorable snitch

The summer’s thick heat reminds her of snow
A moist thicket of lips dissolving so slow
Raindrops blur the monochrome lights
As she walks by herself in the city of night

Victims of the flesh pierce every inch of her eyes
She dreams of her Magdalene and future love child
Disarticulated amid sentences of poise
She never screamed so no one heard the noise