Haphazard Explorations & Experiments In Fiction
Every challenger to come her way has fallen.
To her blade, her lips, her words, or her tongue.
She creeps through the years,
Slurping up her victims tears,
Outlasting all her enemies smears.
Always on the attack, maulin’
Taking them apart is what she does for fun.
She can’t help it, can’t avoid this life of brawlin’.
Her knives cutting as deep as bullets from guns.
Her response to renewed attacks is always the same.
“Come get some,” she says, “come on and get some.”