Noelle spits fire
From the cheshire grinned mouth of the beast
she immerges like Jonah from the belly
of the world, splinter-toothed diva
divine and resigned to her fate
of fire breathing midnight chases.
She will never finish fornicating with
the phantoms of your dry-sockets,
left alone, nude, on the bed of the
biggest house on the block watching
her breath plume smoke and choke
on the after effected carbon of her
simple-minded cause and effect.