The next time you kiss me

My lipstick will taste of hemlock

My curls will hiss like snakes

My eyes will not close

Instead

They will see through you

And nauseate you like an X-Ray

The next time you touch me

I will call upon the harpies to

Scream so loud your mother's

soul will shrivel in shame

Then, my harpies will cradle me

And show my reflection in their tears

And I will see who I

You come from water

You come from me

And should you try to kiss me

I will drown your crops

Erode your mountains

Dissolve you like you dissolved me

In that fucking red solo cup