Twisting in his gaze,

she turned away

into a world not unlike

hell. Streets full of

dirt, hands full of

nothing. Give her a

penny, she uses a gun

to get more,

and give her love,

she uses her body to

twist it into lust.

Kisses fell short in the

air around the tangles

of hair, this was

meant to be clean

but the fight was lost,

and all that remains

is trash.

Oh, yes, trashed.