opening, to a black & white pixilated world
she relishes the taste of visions dripping down
her red inflamed swollen lips, tongue biting back
her bile of loneliness. woe is the female hunter,
drawing out disillusionment on an art board of animosity.
her arms spread out to the world, evincing distaste
for anyone who steps outside her self-appointed place
at the center of the universe – histrionically
blinding the mad – tehehe – the SS Officer – she.
riding between xml and html she reads herself into every word
amassing an arsenal of lonely soldier’s; embittered allies
desperate for a war of demagoguery.
oh the righteous stupid bitch!
she actually thinks herself the source of every itch.


copyright © 2004 sara coslett