Sweet Nasty Gutterslut

Her mind sweet,and
nasty
delicately stained like
 a reluctant corpse.
Her lips, sickened with
a plague of darkness.
She creeps,  
alone counting blood clots
 before she drifts off to
derelict ruins.

 Peach-colored windows
stare, like unpunished eyes
at the shoreline.
Her smudged mascara face
 cracks,
 as she smiles  at the edge
of  yesterdays grave.

Dirt piled high
 for tomorrows sorrowful rain,  pouring into a skyless void.
She waits
 with needle and thread to
 mend the torn clouds as they
 pass by

I crave her
 sweet delicate mind

gutterslut,
 
junkie hype,
 
needle hangs
from her neck.
 
"delicious"  she mumbles,  

A swift kick to the jaw
 leaves
 her open,   she begs the girl
with the umbrella whose smile
dances
on the blue box
©Morton iodized psychotic

bitch

with the crystal white death
sprinkled  
 
She rebounds to lick the soles
 of boots
Watching pack rats steal salt
 from her wounds