Eyeshadow Whore

Trowel-bent chop of cement plastered leather-bound silence.
Cow-purged frame-raised perimeters of plastic, aghast in all,
but placed in an awkward complacent decay.
Inverted magnetic pattern-killings,
lay love-laced within clit-clamped cocaine addiction.
Which, even in its adolescent stages seemed formidable.
Rope-swollen ankles black serpents;
fix on bloated blonde sunken closet-corpses.