I kissed a girl with a broken smile; nothing could come near. She carved it with a pocket knife; slit from ear to ear. And she wears it like her favourite scarf; it keeps her from the cold. So I told her its only woven by her enemies of old.
How ridiculous, to feel, out of breath. When you’re, barely breathing, to begin with. Your mouth, tastes of metal, because you were, stupid. Bit down, on your tongue, too hard. Who am I, you ask? You’re looking, in a mirror, *******.