she could be anyone
a neutron star--
a product of something as magnificent as
a supernova explosion

a diamond in the ruff--
polished clean with pearls for a smile

an angel in the flesh--
that fell gracefully into your lap
and washed your sins white

but as long as she
giggles at your mediocre jokes
(the ones only i used to understand)
tangles her legs with yours
(you always craved more of my skin)
and leaves bite marks on your neck
(do you remember that shade of purple?)

she will forever be my satan
the devil
who ripped down my blue sky
and painted
it
red.