she

She likes it when it’s cold outside

Where the wolves dance

By the river and the

Sky bleeds some kind of black

She loves to wear

Hats in the summer and

Dresses in the winter

Can’t eat –

The taste of life kills her

She sings love to death

Every night before

She soaks her soul

In an ashtray full of hate

And cigarettes

She wears only black lipstick

Even on the hottest days,

   Has pretty hair but

Doesn’t give a damn how it looks

Sunglasses to cover

The lies and demons

That sit in her brown eyes

Like a snake

Lying low in the grass  waiting

For the next best thing

Don’t let her lips fool you

Nothing here but

A crescent Moon

Kind of girl.

Trust me, you can’t handle her-

   no one can.