she is poetgirl
walking into oncoming traffic
emptying burning bottles, smashing mirrors
with her ink-stained fists.
sipping cyanide through a zig-zag straw and
painting her toenails blue.

she is poetgirl
playing hide-and-seek with hades
living off the thrill that comes with being
so beautifully passive-aggressive.
dancing with handsome spanish boys and
lovely italian girls.

she is poetgirl.
but have you ever asked her name?


kind of proud of this one. thoughts?