you glitter like saturdaynight!
up there on your
pedestal.

and you sing the
song of a failure
and the boys with
wings scream&shout at
you for more more.

you serenade them with
every swivel of your
hips and the hisss
of your teeth. you're
toxic, and i'm the
only one who knows
that there's no
antivenom.


an: i was thinking of like, a drag queen performance
of Toxic by Britney Spears. and the performer's ex is
musing and stuff. i like this quite a lot, actually.