The Perfect Flaw

There's something thin and frail
flowing through the vein.
She's pooling into droplets
just atop your vinyl skin.
you shine, absorbing very slowly,
like a black hole in the snow
and she's spitting to the white beneath,
carving shallow lines... reliefs.
Your footprints fill immediately
with blizzards that she bleeds away.

Think about it,
weak and thin-
she permeates
the thickest skin.
Cackles, tremors,
buckle in.
You right, you're wrong.
You're masculine.

The perfect flaw, she fits so well.
You're alabaster life confined.
Shredding up your perfect world,
your monochromatic mind.
You looked aside because she's weak,
an oily, glib, and scarlet chic.
You thought your shell too hard, too thick.
She's weaving through the surface...

tension, there's a snap,
your body overdoses.
One iota, now too much
a captive of osmosis.
One step forward, on you tread.
Your world is black and white.
She's red.

Your cries are shrill, resound for miles,
their echoes haunt the soundest head.
Dividing, leaking uncontrollably.
There's only black and white. She's red.