Vamp Queen Rocks Morbid Fandom. A Poem by Peter Magliocco
They do not bless the rose but the thorns hanging over her portrait tonight in your gallery of squalor, your face hidden by chiaroscuro blemishes from a performer's life: Oh those wrinkles & shriveled crevices Now adorn the snake's mottled skin a thousand fingers brusquely trip the malice