Baby rode side car

Baby rode side car
she was already damned
with flames of molten love stained wounds
demons in bottles
that stood in her stead
One pistol shot
and a thousand holes of suicide
resided in her head
There was a ticket in your name
One free ride
to the other side
where Beneath a pretty willow
you can slide back into your wedding band
Arm in Arm
with your vessel watching
you can go be with your man
for on this earth
your lover knew
that you were already dead


~Mindy