Burnt Amber

The neon bathes her skin
The color of cigarette ash
Her touch is tar sticky
new generation poor

Clingy
Desperate
With a fossilized
Self pity

The kind that echoes
In the wail
of the earth's bones

masquerading as the resin
in the capture of trapped light
that turns her gem into a
red district commodity

Amber dangled
on a chain of indifference
the swing of her pendant
revealing
a twisted hip reverie

a tattooed sacrum
a burnt incense
prayer offering
butterfly wings 

that singe
on the point
of a needle

All men
are
just another
prick
in the road.