assassin's song

sly is a woman who sounds like a man,
who speaks with the breath of a gun.
she sighs, this sly, this passion like
head shot suicide.

and brains.

the path from mind to eye
to chest and we see her explode,
the red of her blood and of ire.

silence.

eyes again, in sly, and venom
slides like oil down sly.

can she escape the world and try
to recover her senses?

some words escape
the pages of sly, her diary
open to strangers. a female,
a girl, a chromosomal abnormality,
her eyes speak ages of sly.

her eyes speak ages of sly.
her eyes speak ages of sly.

her mind has been left behind.
rhythm losing its rhyme.
words and curls and guns,
still she knows nothing of life.
her love, my life, entranced
in the blink of an eye.

sly, sly, sly:
her eyes speak ages of sly.