Bad Girl I’m just a bad girl glock cocked, finger on trigger a smoking pistol Cold barrel–my kiss Smoke wafts, spent shell cases roll Lipstick on my gun Chalk outlines my ex Bullet hole in his forehead Ruby beads I lick Heels click, fishnets rip Bustier strains to hold me My come hither stare Knife flicks, cuts him down Bite sized snack, then throw him back Nail file sharpens fangs My thousand yard stare Ignites all who stop and stare No money, no show To ashes you fall Make my war paint, I smear you ‘neath my smoke-filled eyes Leap … Continue reading Bad Girl