The Opium Angel is provocative

With her

Silk dress. And. Glass heels

(&.she's.so.high)

Her eyes ooze sticky glue

& tell the story of blood-shot

Adrenaline

Her mouth seeps dead fairies

& tells the story of the needle

That digs a hole in her vein

Trying

To drown out the soft nightmare

That's woven around the

H e a r t b r e a k

Of her skin.

….

The Opium Angel is

S

i

n

k

i

n

g

Fast into the Floor boards of a

Downtown shit hole.

While

Voices and sirens scream. her.

Eyes won't close…