Messianic Thighs
They found her folded over her kneecaps
between the black mirror in the heart of his tires
and the grimy curb tugging shamelessly at her skirt,
her face to the sky and her eyes full of stars.
-It's not beautiful-
She said to no one in particular.
So they picked her up and brought her back inside.
She laughed while they washed the blood off her legs,
holding her arms out like the cross -
stainless steel under all her bones,
the rust from his nails
corroding her heartbeat.
Copyright © Hana Ryusaka | Year Posted 2009
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