You’re just a pretty little girl, in a pretty little dress playing the role of a big girl.
I still think they should’ve won.
every day
you remember
the things
you lackand decide to
keep the motor
runningjust a bit longer
i never understood
the premise that
dark was evil, what
with how
often i’ve found
comfort in obscured
landscapes and cold
rain
fading into
the shadows like
camouflage for my
mahogany shell, a
heart of darkness
will often pump ink
and stain my veins
surebut what else
would you have them
for
you
twist yourself
into strange shapes
in order
to
wring something new
out,something
you won’t find
inside
a fucking television
or
a
classroom,something your boss
has no need for,
something
they strangled to
death years ago,something
you hang
onto with blood
…