“Assassins on the Rag”
© 2008, Ash Lomen
Ana is a cold, hard bitchdoubly so todayshe has a scar that dances it’s wayup from her pouty lipsdown to her deep-setazure eyesshe is genocide-thina utility belt huggingher tiny waistlike some lecherous old manphallic blades all aroundand smelling my bloodshe hunts me down in minuets
aying my disposable guards
before I can evenso much as drawher slaughter is poeticshe kills with an enthusiasmrarely seenby the eyesof the livingand even in deathI love her for that
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