One million p. cent
Radically disguised
By outrageous divulgence nice
A surefire haute couture must
Fair
T R U S T
the under-layer
This has all been second hand tantalisingly suggestive
To seriously separate fate from prioritised fiction – yes indeed, she writes to create to simply sedate one or another of her life-cry
This God awful slur beyond these brutalised eyes with nylon ribbon red stressed upon
Realise, that Yes it is the time
Perched upon nigh