her tiptoe-face was spoiled
with sadness dripping
through her bloodshot-blue eyes
like yesterdays cement.

he didn't mean for it to happen
his voice fizzes
on his tongue
spitting out excuses
that flood into my heart
like boiling water.

she looks like lilies in a trashcan
next to his sandpaper
lips, it cuts me in two
like a sunburnt split end

my tears smell of asphalt.
pins and needles in my head vomit
brimming in her bee stung lips
and a half eaten apple inside
his shaking hand

it was murder .