Bukowski
“She is mad but she is magic,
there is no lie in her fire.”
There may be
no lie in her fire,
but there is
deception in her eyes
and wrongness
in her blood.
She is the monster
that keeps me up at night
wishing to forget.
Copyright © Ema Kenyon | Year Posted 2017
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