A Trail of Black

Hooked on
making mistakes,
tied up
in knots and lingerie.

She's addicted
to the feeling
of fucking
goodbyes.

The way she walks
down
the street
can make his heart
stop.

Her look lacks
colour,
there's black
in the middle
of her eyes;
tight leather
between her thighs.

Metal spikes
dance on her
shoulders,
dark denim
with tears across her
chest
change her from damsel
to distressed.

She's bad,
and he damn well better
be too.