her tongue
leathery
loudly licks
shriveled worms
disguised as lips
the scent of
curdled milk
wafts thickly
beneath
hairspray and
slow decay
an out of focus
gleam in her
one good eye
tells me
the sky is
falling
her jerky
whipfast motions
lend an air
of danger
to an otherwise
obscure sense of
sliding between
the cracks on
the sidewalk of
reality.