glitter through me,this emotion, this...ambition,
thick chunks of airy silver paper

the palor faced femme
in the silver glass
reached up liquid movement
to grab her neck

he had ground out, teeth gnashed

you..
fucking...
psycho...

this springtime winter,
springtime happiness in december
left my ice pick bare,
scratching at all the early promise,
tooth pick salvaging it

i thought you were smart
i accused
that girl

her laughter tinkled broken glass,
these mood swing games,
hell
why couldnt he just hurt me
as if he loved me

her tinsle chime sing song voice
drawled out,
heeeeeeeey boy,
do you still think me sooooooooo
perverted?