papercut princess


a summer secret in the form

of fourteen roses hid behind

the vegas city lights

tattooed within her

biscuit eyes


a princess of thieves

and papercut poetry,

she's renaissance in a

coffee cup


the aftertaste of a

stolen saltwater kiss

burning like wildfire,

tearing images of

gods and ghosts


a daydreamer fading hastily

before the sun jumps off

the asylum's rooftop


just another tribeca doll

singing in resonance to her

loaded shotgun


bang bang bang