Five years ago they were tripping over words they couldn’t say

And he was pouring a 2:1 ratio of vodka in her drinks

Waiting for the girls to get tipsy and he’d be making choices

She’d smooth down wrinkles in her dress, in her daily life

And no one knows she keeps that last bit of rope in her closet

Just for her neck on those lonely days

And he was in the bathroom last Saturday

Snorting cocaine off the toilet seat

And thinking of her legs up, arms wide

But together they’re outside of that door

Outside of bodies leaving veins on the sidewalk

Dripping down the sewers and fucking the girls

That told their mothers they’d be home by midnight

And never made curfew

Some never made it home

It ends like this he told her

Leave imprints in the bed sheets

Because I doubt I’ll remember who you were

And if you can write your name on the curtain you set fire to

All the better

And she talked all night

About the things that would eat them alive

And if they were ever amongst lions

She refused to be an antelope

And he can gorge all he wants

But she was never to be prey for the taking