Your pain has to be so thin it could curl under summer sleeves
So high up school shorts could hold it on her front teeth
Joke on her tongue
Make sure not to spit it out
Or it gets ***** like a bra strap that gives you annoying kid snuggles up on those
sweaty authentic necks.

Lucid under hell's vision,
femmaniacs.

Girlhood is a spectrum.
It varies between
A wounded baby animal and
An amalgamation of all the worst parts of her father.
It’s not application tampons
shiny rivers makeup desk
lotion, pushing over bottles, warm apples,
bent backs, no carbs, sugary ankles bitter-salty
lingering bath drops, hot, foam-dreamy
Growing a parent to protect my inner baby
Growing a womb to warm the fetus
Growing a wound to wound forever.
Forever girlhood girls forever.