Suicide Girls

Dying little deaths over vivid shades of black and red.
Rising spurts over mythic names and bespectacled vixens in a gothic Eden.
Longing to be the ink that soaks alternative skin that would tempt even an archangel.
This naked artistry conceived by God and practiced by fallen angels.
With this heavenly devilry female power has broken the chains of centuries of domination by men.
Now who controls masculinity when the thoughts run deep of delving into each colourful flower?
Sticky stigmata through a fibre optic web a cultivation by potent female fauna with pierced stigmata.
Tantalizing are these Persephone’s bearing the fruit that stimulates male seed into alkaline symphony as the clouds burst dying with thee.
Never has a misnomer been so apt as that of entering the suicide girls pact.

Written by SonofHowarth
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From the collection “A Mixed Bag Of Heads”