Razor in Her Teeth
She’s the girl who dared touch
the electric fence with her tongue —
and did not flinch when it bit back.
She’s the girl who dared cross
the border — a razor in her teeth,
smiling deliciously when she kissed.
She’s the ruthless girl we all wished
we could be when fate took back all
its pretty promises and spit in our face.
She’s the girl with the jagged rash —
luck laughing, high-jacking the innocents.
We want to blame her, shame her
for her lack of conscience, but all we
can find is the loss of ourselves,
swimming between intent and circumstance.