Audrey's Butcher

Audrey’s Butcher

It was in a gutter

they found her,

cold as crows feet.

Brownish red water

coiled around her,

like a snake 

with a wet appetite. 

It must have been

a butcher,

or an angry lover

with a butter knife.

A bone was exposed,

a cigarette had been put out

on her left breast;

baring a rose. 

It must have been madness.

Or adoration.

Her left hand was

void of nails and skin,

holding the hair

she bought 

just last week.

A nice synthetic burgundy job.

But in her right hand

was a perfect copy of

Audrey Hepburn’s Neck.

Making the policemen smile.

Reviews

[NoneOfYourBusiness akaK..]

surreal drops of smoky water on the canvas of the mind~ your attention to emotional nuances through descriptives is exceptional~ I saw each frame in shadows and reds~