Destined2Fail

I did spend time throwing my body over couches, sighing deep from the belly to sad music and murky martinis. I was so heavy I would crash land at the bottom of long-necked bottles with red stained lips. But I have finished that crying now. I'm standing, whole, in heels, somehow. Calloused and glittering. Living. Thing. And I'm feeling rather cat-like down here off the wing. Devils have romanced angels since the beginning of time, charmed them stark raving naked in organized crime, and they've all gone tumbling down, skirts in the air, into forests of red fingernails, lost and impaired. I met some new friends there. And in