fuck the disillusion'd ~ {for my sister in crime, crimsin}

 
chiaroscuro woman ~
ov pastel chalk {&} charcoal,
subtle lines & razor angles  
an echo ov the dichotomy
that lives in my track marks;  
she is a beautiful sickness
a fever'd consuming_  
lustful hangovers,  
2am texts  
from vodka soak'd fingers  
{a scream ov vulnerability
wrench'd from bravado}  
allowing us to drink  
nak'd truths from her lap ~
... mistress ov decadence,
daisy chain'd flower child  
wearing
the tattoo'd skin ov night  
& midmorning light  
in the valley ov her breasts ...  
she walks pockmark'd pavements
& summer meadows
with equal grace  
//