||[Jan. 21st, 2005|01:13 pm]
The OKC Poetry Scene
The Molar Heiress mills away|
With the last sliver of vitality
Ensnared inside her granite jaws.
Cleaving tissues with cold teeth,
She hunches over motionless
Tossing lifeless eyes on her prey.
Flung over, her left breast hangs
Down her back to reveal opposite
The heartless cavity that resides.
With her belly chops masticating
She inherits a dupe’s misplaced hopes
And seats them in her void heart.
Puff faced and still guzzling it all,
She has a routine of enticing
Everyone into her daily grind.
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