her hair is
7 days dirty
her clothes 23
the cops listen
to her
schizophrenic stories
of men in trenchcoats
holding wooden ducks
that stole her thoughts
she suggests
they're a part of it
as she screams
her poetic prison
she leaves the curb
walking as her legs
argue with her
bent too far
she weaves like a
drunk baby
there is an undecipherable
distinction
between her laughter
and screaming
with a disposed red face
she has a steady march
of maddness
to her next curb
to preach to
cracks and maggots.
Birth sign: Gemini
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