Response poem to Susan Daniels skank/goddess (not a nice girl) poem here.

skank / goddess response

Skank by some, goddess by others
Her scent lingers as she passes by
Smoker for sure
She is all woman, or wants to be
Whatever that means

Hell bent on destruction
Running from demons of insecurity
Driven
She blares car speakers
To drown in blues
Screaming at the top of her soul
Deep coming into view

It’s you this time
Triggered response
You, not wanting to take her home
But saying you’d call
A step off the curb
Can still end in a fall

She drifts again
Another place
She’s got you there
Knife in place
Slowly draining your life blood
With more than butterfly’s in your gut
As her ex drives her burning arm

She drifts back, unaware
Looks in the mirror, tosses back hair
Sighs
Catches the flare in her eye