Kelly Cunning

Cover girls are manufactured on foreign plains, from the severed hearts of neurotic killers, (We'll never make it out of here alive.) In the face of evil "Stay true to yourself", whatever that means? Like science fiction stories, in keeping with the moral tone and political correctness. Crossbreed the hypocrites and mutilate the test tube babies. Chemical warfare is concealed within the cell of an unarmed embryo and our knees are frail and everybody knows "Something isn't right here."

Bleed the Kerosene from our lips, keep the city lights burning a moment longer dear.

Coversation around the dinner table is fatuous like sub atomic mass, staring at the crystal glasses smothered in lipstick, wondering where those lips have been? Monastic bodies lay frigid in the next room, reasoning their integrity. Sluts like you make this look fun, lungs collapse, punctured by sharp objects, fall and break another mould.

Where do you conceal your shame!? My guess is...behind all that make up.

Written by Vincent White