wild beautiful girl,
bones I can see through
skin I can stretch over canvas.
Paint your body and make you beautiful.
Mirror, mirror on the wall, sunken stomach pulling you down to the floor.
Ankles are bruised from the heels on your feet
and your eyez turning and turning inside your skull,
this globe is overwhelmed with your present state of being.
Miss me, lovely?
We dance like the world has ended
so we have triumphantly lived our lives as best as we can right??
As best as we can??
Knuckles are bloody messed up ruins because I loved you.
My throat had lost it’s box for voice.
I’m scarred on the inside back when it mattered so much.
Wild evil demon woman, you and I are the same person.
And I ran from you in circles like a rat on a wheel.
Towards you and away from you, but always in the same direction.
Miss me Miss me Now you wanna kiss me
I’ve already eaten the apple so now I’m immune.
Guerrilla Libre and the Universe
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