SpookyKali

she has a heart of gold and she, a heart of lead and she, a heart of uranium. and they go walking sometimes, the three of them. gold is confident in her worth, untarnishable bought and sold and bought and sold the virgin whore and lead behind, heart heavy in her chest guilt from bullets and pride from pipes and anxiety from irreparable brain damage and somewhere off to the side treads uranium, tumors growing, white skin glowing, thin frame for a dense core.