her nailpolish-

i think she called it i'm-not-a-waitress-red

- was chipped as she ran

her spidery nails down his spine


her wispy blonde tendrils smelled of

yesterday's weed

and her breath smelled like peppermint

(but it's just a fake little mint hiding liquer)


she left maplesyrup lipgloss marks on his left shoulder

and she sucked on skittles while she sucked on him

and left rainbow rings youknowwhere


you'll kiss the gun too

when i shove it down your throat

won't you (sweetheart)?

doest it taste like him, bitch?

and you'll swirl your tongue around the barrel

right before it whispers to you