god of scum

By Julia Jaffee


I first noticed your hair

It was black, and blended seamlessly with the rest of you

And everything you were wearing

And everything you ever felt

Then there was your walk

Long strides with your head held high

Rushing away

Like you didn’t care who you hurt

Or who was next to cross you

And out of the misty specters of strangers

It was you that was whole

Oh, your violent eyes

The devil clawed them into your mold with his sharp nails

The same way he clawed out your soft lips and silver tongue

You knew how to talk

And that’s the best compliment I could ever give you

You know I’d hate to see you in color