shattering glass & a heart attack
let's see how fast she can make her heart
beat before she gives in & slits her fragile little
wrists right down to her milky white bones.

break the bottle, break her goddamn face
her life isn't worth the dirty air
she breathes & she knows it, she just
doesn't want to admit it.

it's stadium seating, folks: matinee performance
of "suicidal freak" starts in five. want cheap seats?
better buy 'em now, those fuckers go fast.

don't blink, baby.
she's almost

gone.