Madrigal de Canine

Ribbons of her effervescent lubrication drain my soul.
Chatter on the radio.

In slim shadows of tyranny she grips my fabrics and glistens in her muscular ruin.
A punch of electricity.

Her name was the doom of humanity
And she had lost all control.
Riding on the waves of scripture
And the breath of adorable vermin.

Windows squeal open and she hovers in the cracked plaster of death rooms.