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
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