Clean face of youth but flinty eyes know all.

She knows not to trust
to trust is to spar with sharks when it’s cut time.

She knows she’s drenched in badness
succubus and incubus breed reflections.

She knows how to shoot up shit
pollution gushing into the Ganges.

She knows she’s just a piece of shit
excreta squashing in the soles of blundstone boots.

She knows she’s tough
knuckles tattooed, barbell in her face.

She knows men only want one thing
only one thing is what she’s got.

She knows life sux
bloated tick draining the life force from her.

She knows she couldn’t care less
raw feelings breathe into a veil of brittle ice.

She’s wrong.