invisible woman

for official record - nobody’s all the way dead, she’s standing naked in what’s left of her wedding dress, rifle spinning between “murderer, victim, and witness,” 

this ultra-violent display of passion splayed on the marble floor, 

look at me! 

the clock is ticking - drugs first, make up, then hunting, eating estinyls and smoke to get on with this less-than life, 

give me pity and second hand sympathy!

you’re a rag doll with half a face glaring white, claustrophobic and toxic under a million spotlights, 

standing at the scene of the crime calm and collected - because hysteria is impossible without an audience