She’s courting Disaster – slicked

down hair, reptilian smile,

morals twisted like the coils

of a rattler. She treasures

her trinkets and calls herself

‘Loved’ by virtue of their sheer

volume, dreaming of white lace

and cooing progeny while

he plunders her dignity,

moonlight carnivore thirsty

for flesh. She dates Denial,

but she’s courting Disaster…