saturdays burn the citythe flame on her bodycandle wax stains leavebehind welcomeguestsstrangers on the streetsinvite themselvesto bedwith your past survival guideon the nightstandnear the bibleand the cigaretteabout to ignitea cravingthat will only subsideonce his touch haspenetratedinjections on the bodydipped into her mouthhe goes on his thronethe king walksemptyhis damsel is a flydripping deathon the wall.