The Escape Artist
You don't want to see her
when she hasn't had her fix.
You can't speak to her
when she hasn't had her fix.
She sings razor words
with a tongue
like a spike.
Antisocial descendant
of a proud womb.
Avoid conversation
and avoid oneself.
Lady sees it
Lady breathes it
Lady needs it
like a beast in heat
And her cravings
lead to raging
and castrating
the world that she sees.
She loves her man
She is in love with escapism
But I'm still here.
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