i have the scotch.
hooch.
the sky was promising me rain.
and now the birds are singing
and conor is somewhere on the record player.
i keep thinking i should be breaking glass
over my skin.
but once was lovely.
Lovely, oh i remember him.
The fictional character, of course.
the one that fucked daniel.
and daniel fucked arian
and arian fucked...everyone.
the plans will be simple.
get the boy to take you where you don't care to be.
add some shimmer to your body
and walk slowly.
like you have purpose.
(you don't)
make sure the blood is still coating
your lips
eyes
and neck.
your scent will make them hungry.
and now it's time.
eat their ruby red desire.
dip your finger
curl your spine
and sigh.
let them push your hair out
of your closed eyes.
don't you hate the girls that
have a revolving door of pleasure
between their thighs?
didn't think so.
but he has...
but he has...
(a gun?)
(a knife )
(a body full of gold?)
plant him in the hills and watch him grow.
Sew my stomach up.
and dust off my veins.
In the car
with a boy,
i will ride.
He will fill me
with nothing inside.
We'll touch
and tangle
with my barbed tongue
and his unshaved face.
& he'll hold me and think
what a disgrace.
His teeth will dance over my
hip bones,
and my fingers will creep
ever so slow.
He'll whisper
and his eyes will flutter.
and i'll be that girl
over and over. |