Overnight

Making
fortunes
Overnight
Subtle
Plight
Begins its
ugliness
and she licks
underneath
her own
Arms
because
they resemble
Clones
of cubic
Ice Cream
Cones
I liked
best
When we both
Ran
Ran
From morbid
Dialects
Even when it meant
Smashing through
ignorance
and strength
Anger abounds
Yes
Just as
she slipped off
her tight, mechanical
Dress
All cosmic
Cataclysm
Seemed
That much more
Essential
, we slipped
Kissed