there are women who love demons you can see it in their eyes like a sick hunger silence in a straight jacket smiling limbs on a pyre staring entranced whiskey blind as if marveling at a howling blood-spattered dingo in a crater seduced to wander off half-naked into a bush of thorns ******* barbed hooks for heroine kisses women on fire who believe in nothing except their atavistic compulsions
they are a burning land beauty in ruin ready for the slender whip and black-toothed kisses who giggle and then plunge into an abyss