Shining Geisha, Wicked Filth

 [2-13-19] 

The way she stared them back with those hateful eyes, then found me

was when her fire turned to water, and she knew, for her sakes,

That she was perhaps wrong to once imagine me a friend

And her blood drained neck bent down, like a sighing stalk

We pissed on her, 

It was never her sin, though it was we who who judge her full