Remi may shoot you,
she had sown bladder with lungs
And paraded through a wedding

Remi digs up corpses and dances with them
She climaxes when poked with a thorn on her eyelid stiff

Remi knows how to laugh.
She is beautiful,
Remi looks at women and licks their skin

Remi had been in love
She had made love to wolves and painted her face with knives

She strips her clothes
And drips in blood
swallows her pain
Lifts her chin up
Remi calls Remi's name

Remi sold her heart in an autumn sale.