Sunday, 15 March 2015
Her mouth looks good in red. A red, red scar. Where did she hide her drug paraphernalia? What will she do with so much shame? Her mouth looks good with a blood-soaked handkerchief with its delicate lace edging. Hidden in the wings is the physician with bottles of laudanum in his white coat. Going to him is like riding a runaway coffin cart. Rotting food. The gutter is filled with rotting fish food. Can the fish predict the future? What will she do with so much shame? Her mouth looks good in red, like notes from Lohengrin sung by a grave trombone.
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