Red, Black and Blue.

She has never been
What you have
Pictured her to be
Docile and dovey .

Like a wanderlust
In a lane
She has been
Touring through bodies.

A prey
To a peacock
She was scratched
And guzzled.

She is not that
Bimbo
She could have been
But a floozy
She never regrets being.

But
Now that her
Bones are bleeding
Under the curses
From her spieces.

She wants the wrinkles
On your palm
Against her cheeks

She wants to get old
With their impression
Not because she loves you

But because
She is an incognito
In your search list.

A message to the guy who falls for a whore at a bus stand.