I am a Gothic Flower
and my ravenous billowings
shall secrete illustrious nail polish
and I shall to sleep,
wearing my riddler’s petticoat
in a cacophonic coffin,
having plunged a sharpened monkey wrench into
my palpitating anus
and the soul of my rabid sphincter
shall live on in the karma
of vampiric graveyards
who drain their grounds of dried blood of
crusty constituents