Breathing in coals of black tar,|
whistling the name of death,
scars as smiles lining wrist across wrist.
watching the breathing
as the drowning engulfs.
Chest filled with water.
Mind filled with war.
True evil striking in tears of blood.
The little girl is gone.
“Come for me, death,”
whispers the cold bare lips
of the young girl who is already dead....