Vertigo

innocuous she comes, lips puckered & painted, spiderfingers waving, pushing bad energy far from here. don't help her, bring her near, your fear is a dog digging. her name is insipid, she wears different faces, completely committed to the satisfaction of such. don't touch, her flesh is poison, ignites vertigo in the soul- a black hole of little control & no more room to spare. she takes you there, holds you tight, leaves bruises on the blanket of the night unaware of the wear&tear that follows behind. don't look & you shall find, her & i intertwined, tangled up in dirty hair.