rope burns

[mrshenryplease]

vomited out of the ocean where the snake handlers breathe fire and drink poison and the customer with her skin disease and listerine breath speaks with the chirping of a thousand crickets. her complaints are spoken in reverse, in need of deciphering as her empty words float around her necklace of imitation pearls. two pools stranded in the center of her face of dried mud stare back at me and i wonder if there's anything behind them. her lip is too heavy for her mouth. drool accumulates.

7 dollars an hour.