Her face is the back of a horned toad
her face is a vise that pinches your will
she slithers
her long mercurial body
infected with
caffinated leftovers
emaciated
it starves in the rain
her tongue is 2 sided tape
her slimey tongue is a long snaking worm
vengeful...voracious...vain
licking lips that are
candy coated Venus
Fly Traps
hungrily waiting for their
weak and squishy prey
to gleefully submit
to a painful death
in a beautiful place
her breasts are like missiles pointed
at hungry third world countries
her prickly legs are the jaws
of life
her legs are two screaming spoiled children
fighting for the Queen's cake
her heart is wet sticky caramel
it sticks to my teeth
making my mouth ache
like sweet poison
churning and churning
in the depths
of a wishing well
the soul incubating
Hitler's children
the hell so fresh it makes the
fruit of angels rot into a pasty
white holy Christmas day
her mind is an ice cap that
is home to naked innocent babies
She has won
the epidermal beast has won
flashing fangs
tears of crude oil
sliding down her cheeks
©1997 Sarah Anne