toss back a
shot of gasoline
and follow it with a
long drag
smoke billows from the
cigarette and into my eyes
but when you offer me the blunt
I take it without
thinking

I should not have
been afraid of the fact that
I was wearing overalls
and my legs were visible
I should not have been  
cursing myself for wearing something
so feminine
when we all know that the dark
likes to swoop in
and steal little girls
with glitter on their cheeks
and red on their lips
and devour them whole
starting between the legs
and ending with her mind

I could die
my life
my experiences
my dreams
all washed down the drain
by a bigot who
thinks they’re better
because they kiss
the opposite ***

it seems that the only
conversation
i can hold these days is
A) With Myself
B) With The Only True Facts
C) With Someone Who Doesn’t Exist
and at this point,
i'm not so sure
that there ever was
a correct answer

a bit of blood to
ease the mind
scraping skin
and buying time
arms that sting
and a mind that’s crushed
a bit of pain
for what I’ve lost

my steps falter
hands slip
and we step on each other’s
toes
as we scramble to match
the rhythm of others surpassing
our songs are cracked
and we sing in brutal
harmony, a song about the
fear of facing mock
we are turned upside down
the writer and the block