she'd had enough of life

Wed May 4 07:11:17 EDT 2005

Silence a rose-water melody
eating away sallow porcelain,
suffocating like (his) cum in her mouth
lipstick scribbles in the mirror
thinks she’s inferior
der teufel dripping jagged wax
like bloody thumbtacks
the icy scent of jack frost
A dirty clothes pile,
vanity drawers yanked off their guides,
hand-me-down jewelry strewn across
a different bathroom
than where she burned her bra
A pack of razors tossed aside
hates the color inside
A buddha bomb sinking
to the bathtub bottom
Wincing from soapy bubbles & fizz,
bruised wrists sore from handcuffs
the ache of being
fucked with a broomstick
feels like a whore
Manic panic hair dye,
too faced concealer,
ginger luxe galore
& knock-off p mitchell sculpting foam
dumped in the john
won’t quit running
Like a shower before bed,
means (he) wants head
Lost in a memory of steam,
sick of chasing that midnight dream
drowning in time,
thoughts set ajar
Pillars of poison snow,
a sleeping beauty
afraid of letting go
Skin tingles,
breath slow
maybe drift a bit,
just lay low —