It’s Not Revenge Without Witnesses

she harbors a morphed desire
to witness the end of the world
drawing diagrams of destruction

fractals shimmer across her
eyelids—the ink of her eyeliner
bleeds through pages

seductive carmine & copper
paint her wanton lips
—lip liner margin notes

dulled the pencil rivets in
her cheeks—forms of faulty
judgment between a shaky
scalpel & windshield glass

she eats the courage of men