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.

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