washed ashore the riverside

the crow with no memory

perched on her nose

pecking for the pain buried deep

.

toothless piranhas

had nibbled on her nipples

sucking out bubbles of trapped love

.

broken claw of a hermit crab

shed of celibacy

still lie buried between her legs

.

bits and pieces

of dumped old garbage decay

sieved and tangled in her hair

.

still, her cracked cold lips

part ever so slightly

for the kiss of life

.