She spreads her seashell shaped teeth

ready to chew the silence

like "winter fresh" bubblegum.

The boy

that she's making eyes with

is one of those boys

who smells

like

a

boy

should;

that

uncut

unshaven

spice

that all

us girls

are ready

and willing

to lick clean

until there's nothing left to gain.

People don't get

that we're all just animals;

aiming

our armies

in what we think is the right direction.

I'll fire my pistol

(Lock And Load It With Love)

and take anything

that I crave

down

with me

so

be

brave

won't you?

Effeminate fingertips

lace

and

crack

with all of our nails perfectly

colored

to fit our moods these days;

(I'm covered in Turquoise)

but

every

girl

is different.

You could kiss a thousand girls

and never kiss

the same lips

(loving!

lustful!)

twice,

each to

her own,

we live

like animals

with those armies of ours.

We scatter

when we can't hold it all between our thin hands

when we can't keep it all grounded;

all I really

want to do

is root myself

against you

and curl up your leg

to keep my arms around your neck

when you walk away.

I just want to sit silent

and write.

I just want to loosen the grip of my girlhood fright.

I just want to feel

close to you

without having to

put up a fight.