Godspeed this forgery:
She came as the trainwreck and blew them all away.
With skin like nuclear winter
and trackmarks that scream Hollywood.
She wields a violent motive of quality potential.
And I must admit this offer is very intriguing.
My plot is a serrated knife: smoothly executed, rough around the edges.
"You quiver like a beaten horse."
She shook me like a cocaine trauma.

Masochist, expressionist, with legs that stretch for miles.
How could this city breed a killer here so serial?
For the wait, for the need, she could have beaten me dead.

She came as the trainwreck, the trauma, and Saturday nights.