r e q u i e m   o f   a v e r s i o n 

m a r i s s a   r a n e l l o

Waxed siren burns fast in mind
arresting thoughts of yesterday.

Clouds set in, crying acid tears.
In red vinyl pants, she cowers on the corner.

Wet, she emulates a fruit roll up
stuck to the lamp post.

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