Tender flesh in a patients' gown
Rests in psychiatric limbo.
A loosely worn skull cap
And a crude dispostion.
All I need.
She smiles;
Those dingy walls glow a brilliant offwhite.
The room smells of rebirth.
And desperation is two halls down.
I glimpse her supple thighs
(Legs surpassing moral obligations)
Beneath disgusting green cotton,
But those eyse devoured decency,
Once they grazed mine.
Murderous intent is thick within the tension.
Could she smell the blood on my sleeve?
The ancient machine sifting through sanguine?
Such a sweet predator...
Devil's charms handed me seven numerals
Lacking looseleaf,
I put it on my mind.
The underpaid gatekeeper scans a code;
He motions to the the thick of the jungle.
On my way down the river,
I never looked away from those starving eyes
They said,
"I hope we meet in hell."
