Eighteen

Taunting may I address you so you come with me
Pressed against the stress before us common cousins
Not familiar from birth but possessed scarred tongues
If not for coffee we'd be burning within conversations
These art vultures are here to crash death by caffeine
Polluted as smoke kills beauty and grace of Stephanie
German girl face white like yeast often murmured softly
Fell among us those who cut clean with palette knives
Seduced young girls into hostels to pose make model
In the year of the suicide kings we held her hostage
Pulled at each leg arm waist head with breath alone
Dragged her to sit listen to poetry on New Year's Day