There is no salvation

There is no salvation for a woman like me,
My hands are grey and my eyes are flat.
I carry the ashes of others on my knees.
And the sun dries the blood of my complexion

There is no salvation for a woman like me.
My scent fulfills the underground cries
And time is my sexual mistress.

There is no salvation for a woman like me.
I pull up to mouth that will smoke me dry.

There is no salvation for a woman like me.