the anti-heroine of an era of bathtub gin, organized crime, and jazz, clouded in the smoke of fired guns and cigarettes.
The Apocalypse Maiden

They misread human nature,
my love. We have destroyed and it has
made kings and queens of us.

We are stronger now
we have sinned so mightily.
(Eve ate the apple, that’s where this started.)

Hold me close against you,
and strike the match.
Tear down the last gods.


@темы: redheaded witches