gunpowder lined on a mirror with razors scattered across cork floors &

she doesn't remember when

all of the

doors

SLAMMED

in her face

& every window

(of opportunity)

SHATTERED

with a falsetto genderconfusedmale

screeching like a whistle

of a coal-driven train

at dawn

gunpowder triggering nose hairs she just licks the remnants on the glass &

she does remember when

she was actually

wealthy enough to buy

CRACK

but now she only buys

gunpowder & adolescent

pornography with her

meager salary &

she wastes away

with (barelythere)

orgasms & nosebleeds

she's just a

CANNON

waiting for the

backfire