Crash and Burn on a Saturday Night

there she goes again, the Nietzsche chick
kicking
and screaming
her way down Denial Lane,
taking a shortcut at
Murder Avenue.

car horns blare,
a child stops
and stares.
somewhere

far


ahead


runs

the lying bastard, his cheating
heart on the line.

the killing moon calls,
crooning,

tear his coat,
slash his throat.
leave no skin clean,
no space unseen.

running mascara makes tiny rivers
that have no beginning,
no end. drowning

in their depths

are bitter fights
restless nights
broken nails
and voiceless wails.

fabric ensnared,
teeth bared,
the knife cuts,

and cuts

and cuts

and cuts some more.

no stitch can mend him.
no shock can save him.