window dressing

never too much,
never enough,
together
under the dark
curtains

under those pale 
eyes
made up in severe
pinks and black,
somehow graceful,
somehow ablaze

she has firm
dry hands, and
she has a sense
of bloody humor.
wood chipper humor.
chainsaw humor.

she makes vegan
foods, and 
shouts
for noble heads
to roll

she understands
the nature of synthesis,
the aural 
implications
of voltage controlled

this one may be the
death of me.

I say
bring it.