Pale thin scowling goth middle-fingers-up bitch

Contemplative contradictive introverted little girl

Moon in her eyes stars in her mouth
mind like a razor she puts to her skin
insanity looms inside her skull
she's in a million screaming pieces
river rapids run in her veins
soul like incense smoke—
sweet but fleeting
play a xylophone on her ribs
while she purges glitter into the bowl
tears of breaking glass ice cold uncaring
let her jump off a bridge
a city in her hands painted like a Picasso
a flame on her tongue ready to burn