Rust by Jacob Armstrong

The jaded flesh,

Scarred by decay,

Gnawing at itself with primitive greed:

Metallic skin,

Stained by avarice.

Caustic blood corroding her shrivelled heart.

The ferrous witch,

Draped in blue,

Opulent pearls coiled around her withered neck;

Black gold crumbling in her clenched, puckered fist.

Wallowing in gall

and infants’ pilfered milk,

Devoid of compassion

The Iron Lady rusts.