Snow boots and a Broken window

It was the kind of morning

that cracked her neck

like the scream of a rabbit

before hasenpfeffer soup.

////Blast The Vandals////

-Tastes like chicken-

Hot pink lipstick and black lace panties,

she balanced on the edge of a razor blade.

Choice mapped out with the destination of

a hand grenade.

You think you know her?

Think again.

Her hand holds two and you are not one.