The Eponymous
she is a pole dancer
spinning me round
burning to touch
touching the ground
she is a livewire
sparking to fire
ending in ashes
turning a smile
she is a phoenix
rising again
hitting the deck
right to the chin
she is a lantern
guiding me forth
match to a flame
port in a storm
she is a liar
winning at games
fistful of aces
heart full of pain
she is narcotic
I am an addict
sleeping on benches
choking on vomit
she is the hero
she is the lead
she is the spark
she is the flame
she is the cat’s mother
she is the end.
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