and it will suffice.

Shutters splattered blood onto walls
congealing, coagulating without remorse
like a ragdoll's days of circumcision
and the complacency of a rape victim.

She never asked for this pity.

Sometimes the storm clouds brewed in history
always striking as thick and clotted
he compared it to circumcision
and she said it was plague sarcoidosis.

Screams scraped like dishwater glass
and sometimes the tea tasted like zinc
she never asked questions;
that was the duty of the soul-seeker.

Severed arteries fade away
from caustic soda and ashtrays.

She saw in shades of red and grey
silver radios and piano wire
in transpirations of carrion.
it digested like dying concrete.

Sacrilege and sunscraped haze
hydrochloric spills prostrate
on her blue silk dress
and woven wax legs,
broken vomit stained her lace.

She lived in the sea brine
without regard to human life
her blood pumped the formaldehyde
and he supplied the turpentine.

Surreal paintings of dripping sunsets
whose cruor wore her pretty face
and no one bothered to ask her name.

Sanctuary closed with debauched glory
on pallor and procession buried in atropine
eviscerated with incarnadine plastic,
she swallowed life's antipathy.