pretty little boy with scars on his back and fingers running down my spine, searching for my own crevices, finding worse than he’s ever seen with eyes focused straight on my skin and hearts beating slower, finding what we could never find
I will dye my beloved brown hair blonde for you Stand at the mirror - I pour down the peroxide. Knives grate my eyes and yet they've never felt this alive With my wild smile and yellow hair. No longer a cub, but a Lioness.
I will slit my wrists in the bath for you In any case these full veins will only take up space. Fumes of pink against the ceramic varnish I smile at the sight of your blood leaving me and this bath has never felt so like home.