You'll catch her fluttering with one wing
around the region of his perverted whim;
she braces the plateau of guttural growls
and distorted notions of touch.

You can see her shimmering beautiful canvas
embittering around the edges;
she yearns he yields those darkened words
and just lamp her again instead.

You will soon find her in a coughed up mess
after drowning in his dirty dregs:
Love's jab had her reeling,
but the right hook knocked her out.