[laieanna]: 518.Poetry.Isabella

Isabella



Isabella in black leather boots,
Walks across my heart in her four inch heels.
Jacket to match, with battle scars,
Torn in three places and proudly worn.
Lips of red, slightly smeared,
Cover a smile of smoker’s teeth.

Bouncing from club to club,
Looking for fresh meat to hug.
Her dirty nails finger the flies,
Of strangers in the street.
Skirt hiked so high and legs always open,
She never had time for me.
Just a glare or spat at my feet.

Isabella, lips smeared with blood,
Gaping mouth with bits for teeth,
Lay bruised on the floor of a filthy hut.
She knelt once more to beg and plead,
And found my love,
Through a blade in her gut.




Written by Jennifer C. Brown (Browning at the time) Est. 2000