we just glitter. ignore the glare from the streetlight.
her lips, so chapped. you can almost see the blood
How hard she is biting down on her tongue
They took the sparkle from her eyes
Used it as the match to set her on fire
Stomach bursting. Cells exploding. Floor shaking
A broken syringe. Its reusable though.
And her long her brushes against her collarbones
Which begin to ache
Yesterday happened. But what in it
Raped Raped Raped.
Probably. But she had a shot before work
A little lemon with a twiste of vodka
It hurt, it burnt
But oh it felt so good!
Theres some scars up her arm
Cant remember from when or where
Maybe it was a razorblade? Or a butcher knife? Or a Friend.
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