Lions mane

Lion’s mane flowing in the dry wind.

Skin burnt red, flames of flaking peeling sin.

Red A painted across her lips

Complete loss of innocence.

A conscience choice to leave behind

Every joy of guiltless life.

Teenage lust, a vaginal tower

To climb like a fairy tale prince,



Leave your sword sheathed

Or get paid by the hour…

Decisions for survival  

Sell your soul for dollar.


Joy smells good at midnight.

Morning mold is ripe with regret.

Stain your satin With fulfillment.

Pay in the morning to forget. 


21 thoughts on “Lions mane”

  1. So beautiful!!! Thanks for liking my post, from reading this I can tell I will enjoy reading your writing!

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