Jazzmin Flush (11)

   
   "Jazzmin Flush (11)"  
  
   Jazzmin Flush escorted her elegant soul back basementways, her winged ankles fluttering past the en vogue vagabonds till descending into her humble habitat.  Upon keying open entrance--she was meant to be disturbed.
   Her little shanty was trashed--FREAK/LESBO cruelly painted on her walls, her pamphlets shredded, and a dead, bloody coyote, its throat slashed laying in her futon.  She resisted tears, observing Swiss and his mice pack, like sublime fairies, weeping in prayer around the Canis latrans--she approached the alive-in-spirit animal, closing its mystical eyes, knowing:  They envy what you represent.  You are rich in the rainbow glow of spirit.  As a thief in the day, all they did was increase your psychological steel and pin a vibrant ribbon on your lovely breast--a magical milkshake that will one day feed the mouths of eternal babes.